For Your Sake

"Absolutely stunning!" Emma Hart gave Harper Clark a thumbs up, marveling at her. At that moment, Harper Clark was twirling in front of the mirror, her skirt swaying pleasingly, occasionally flashing Emma a warm smile. Beside them, the tailor, a man in his fifties, watched Harper intently, occasionally swallowing hard as he admired her graceful figure.

 

"Hey, Mr. Sterling, we're done here. Yes, that's right," Emma spoke into the phone. "Harper, why don't you change out of the dress, and I'll head back. It's getting late; let us give you a ride," she suggested to Harper.

 

"Thank you, Emma, and Mr. Sterling," Harper responded gratefully.

 

Ten minutes later, Emma Hart and Harper Clark were downstairs waiting for Damien Sterling as the tailor stayed behind to clean up. A sleek black Bugatti pulled up in front of the two women, and Damien Sterling rolled down the window, "Get in."