Fowler's Auction Event Day
As Lorenzo's sleek Bugatti came to a stop in front of the five star Bellvue Hotel, Ashley took a deep breath and smoothed out her stunning silver dress–one of the many extravagant gifts Lorenzo had given her.
She accepted his gifts at last because she didn't know how to return them without hurting his emotions.
The cool evening air filled her lungs as the glass rolled down, and the sound of clicking cameras and chattering guests surrounded them. From a glance, anyone could tell it was a gathering reserved for only the elites.
Ashley carefully adjusted the provocative slit on her dress, stopping just above her mid-thigh. It was a deliberate choice. Christian preferred her in more modest attire, and she knew he'd be present tonight. Lorenzo, on the other hand, shared her taste in style, or worse, even preferred more scandalous clothes, as long as she had him to scare off other men's gawking eyes. She shouldn't feel this good about that—but she did.
