World Of Roses

Elena didn’t want to go. She had made it very clear the second Dom mentioned the boutique.

“No, Dom. I’m fine. I have dresses. Lots of them,” she lies, trying to protest. She doesn't have shit.

Dom, of course,didnt listen.

He wasn’t even listening at all.

He just gently took her hand, like always, and led her toward the luxurious glass-front boutique, the one she had only walked past and stared in