After completing my advanced degree in interior design, I had been working at an old and well-known architectural firm. But they were extremely conservative in their ideas, refusing to try anything new. A friend in HR had recommended this new design firm and that they were looking for designers.

That day, I was late for the interview. I rushed towards the open elevator and there he was, standing inside, fiddling with his phone. We reached for the same floor button together. Our fingers touched and I remember a zing of heat go through me. Much like how it had felt on shaking his hand earlier today. I remember looking into his face the same time his gaze had landed on me. In that instant, when our eyes had locked on each other for the first time, my heart had roared MINE!

I blink, shaking away those long past images from my head.

“We were so happy. Our life was perfect. Sometimes I feel like I’m dreaming and that I’ll wake up and everything will be back to the way it was.”

“It will, Aaliya. You have to be strong for both your sakes.” He reaches for my hand, squeezing it gently. “I’ve known Damien since years and I can say with absolute certainty that being with you brought about a change in him. He was calmer, peaceful even and really happy with you. Please don’t forget that. So, let’s start with the gala tomorrow night and see how he reacts to you now. We’ll figure it out from there.”

“Alright!”

“One more thing, Aaliya, you need to go shopping.”

“What?” I give him a perplexed look. “Are you crazy?”

He laughs. “Your husband is a Duke, the closest to being a royal in England. In order to fit into his life, you need to fit into his social circle first. You have to dress well.”

My brows shoot up. “What’s wrong with the way I dress?”

“This is not Mumbai. This is the British aristocracy. You’ll be interacting with some of the richest people in England and probably the world. Money talks and several doors will automatically open for you if you look like you belong. You need to get a complete wardrobe change, starting with what you will wear to the gala. You need a gown, shoes, jewelry, etc. I promise that nothing you’ve ever attended will compare to the pomp and splendor that you’ll witness tomorrow night.”

Although I don’t completely understand what he’s saying, I nod. It won’t be too hard to shop. Thanks to Damien, I’m not a complete novice when it comes to designer brands. I enjoy buying the occasional Chanel and Gucci as much as any other person who can afford them. But I’ve never over indulged.

“Fine, I can figure out a new wardrobe,” I finally accept.

“Do you need money, Aaliya?” Gabe questions.