Too Late for Trust

Right now, the sound of the hair dryer kept buzzing in Sloane's ears. Just as every night, she sat by the edge of the bed with wet hair, looking down at her nightgown.

She thought, 'The new nightgown was bought by Darius, who is holding the hairdryer behind me. It is exquisitely made and very expensive. Yet what makes him think that I like pink? I don't even have the right to choose the color