CHRISTIANA'S POV

My eyes twitched as soon as I saw the many outfits brought into the room--designer bags, shoes, perfume. I watched in awe as ladies dressed professionally brought them all in with a blank expression on their faces.

Andrew had told me last week that his company was holding a charity event and I needed to look my best because elites would be attending. He comes out of the bathroom with grey sweatpants and a white vest, a towel hanging around his neck.

"They ...