CHAPTER EIGHT

- ACE -

I pushed the glass door open and walked in. A bell jingle slid in my ears. It's soft and pleasant to hear. That made a grin form on my face.

The familiar scent of new fabrics and lavender air freshener slid into my nose as I waltzed into a boutique. I held the bouquet gently in one hand.

"Sorry hunny, we're closed." A lady said curtly, giving me a sharp glance then averting her gaze to the person she was having a conversation with in front of her.

I stood there and spread my hands to both sides, maintaining my smile. I can't wait till she turns and sees who it is.

"Sorry mister but we're clo-" The lady in a golden, body hug dress turned to face me and stopped talking. Her dress meets at the center of her tits forming a 'V' from her shoulder sleeve, which is held together by a brooche. Like a robe, a slit drew from her thighs to the floor, where the dress ended.

"Isabel Rosa. A pleasure to meet you." I said with a smirk. She's my designer and old time friend as well.

Isa