Ron looked at his image in the full length mirror. Yep, GJ had definitely done him proud. The tailored silver sharkskin jacket fit better than his skin. Black silk shirt, gold cuff links, dark trousers, and Italian loafers lent the appropriate sophisticated touch. He wasn’t too sure about the hair cut, but Francois had insisted that the slight darkening, coupled with the new style would confuse anyone who knew him. All in all, he was the picture of the wealthy young party goer. Monique on the other hand…
What are you practicing for? Pimp designer of the year! Monique bellowed indignantly from the opposite bedroom in the suite. Ron!
Before Ron could decide whether to run or answer, Monique stormed into the room. Arms akimbo she demanded, Look at this! Look at what those idiots want me to wear!