CHAPTER 50

  Olivia's POV

  As Christopher pulled into a parking spot, I gawked at the storefronts lining the street. Each one looked like it belonged in a fashion magazine, with window displays that probably cost more than my entire wardrobe.

  "Holy guacamole," I muttered under my breath, my eyes wide as saucers. "Is this where the 1% come to blow their pocket change?"

  "Something like that. Ready to explore?"

  I nodded, fumbling with my seatbelt like an overexcited kid. As soon as I stepped out of the car, the cool air hit me, carrying the scent of overpriced perfume and new leather. I inhaled deeply, wondering if this was what success smelled like.

  We strolled down the sidewalk, my head on a swivel, trying to take it all in. That's when I saw it - a dress that made my heart skip a beat. It was a deep emerald green, with a plunging neckline and a slit that promised to show just enough leg to make heads turn.