Anna had belittled her family's shopping mall. Either that or she miscalculated how huge it was when she used to frequent here. She had accumulated a lot till her hands were full with things for herself and some for Sullivan as well.
To think she was on a mission to make sure he wore color. Having an hour left to burn, she turns into another designer store that sold men's clothing, their tie line catching her eyes. The imagination of Sullivan in it, already blooming a soft smile to her lips.
The man wasn't hers and he might not have clean ways—he certainly did not—but he was her saviour and absolutely genteel to her. She could still remember his frame earlier at SD Foundation.
Dim. Regal. A force to be acknowledged.
She couldn't help but watch the man. He had an air that made one curious about the type of man he was. The philosophy that drove him and the past he had.
