Chapter 3: A green shirt
My roommate is ecsatic. “But what was he doing at Greenton’s?” Her curiosity oozes through the phone. I was trying to keep my voice casual. “He was in the area.” She responds, “I think that is one huge coincidence, you don’t think he was there to see you?” The dull reality was he was here on business, so I tell her “He was funding some research in the area and had to pick up a gift.” I was able to get him agree to a photo shoot for my roommate’s article and in the process he gave me his cell phone number. After a drunk dial, he ends up showing up and saving the day by tracking my phone’s location (which isn’t weird or creepy, by the way). I wake up somewhere unfamiliar, and figure out I’m in Christopher Green’s hotel suite. One of his assistants laundered my clothes and brought me some new ones, including a green shirt.
BCBG satin top, Zara Henley, Show Me Your Mumu Peacock Crop Bell Sleeve Top, Blue Life long sleeve drape back top, Topshop Peplum
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