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“You sure this is good? I mean, you don’t think I should go with the Tom Ford with the pink shirt?” He pulled on his suit jacket as he stared at himself in the mirrored closet door. “I think it fits better.”

“Zo, all your suits fit you perfectly because they’re tailored.”

“Nah, there’s something about the Tom Ford, though. It just fits different.”

I sighed. “If you wanna wear the Tom Ford, then wear the Tom Ford, baby.”

“But this one complements your dress.”

“Then wear that one.”

“You’re right. I should wear this one. Can’t go wrong with Armani.” He crossed the bedroom and opened the closet door. “But this tie…”

“Zo! We’re gonna be late and we’re the guests of honor along with Nicky and Travis.”

“I know. Shit, I’m nervous, baby. I’m meeting your parents.”

“You’re only meeting my mom. I doubt my father will be there, or at least she didn’t mention him coming.”

“Still…” He bent over and picked up two pairs of shoes. “Which ones?”

“Are either of them Tom Ford?”

He held up the pair in his right hand.

“Wear those so you’ll have your Tom Ford fix.”

“Good idea.”

He put his shoes on and then stared at himself in the mirror again. “Let me brush my hair again.”

“Zo! I have been ready for thirty minutes. Let’s go! I swear you’re giving me a headache!”

“Okay, okay. I just wanna make the right impression. I mean, your sister’s fiancé is a lawyer, and I’m—”

“A bestselling author.”

“Who used to sell drugs.”

“My mother doesn’t know that.”

“You gonna tell her?”

“Why would I? It’s not any of her business.”

“You sure?”

“You’re stalling. Let’s go, Lorenzo.”

“Damn, you called me Lorenzo. Guess you mean business.” He flashed me a smile and walked over to me, grabbing my hand and kissing my cheek. “Okay, let’s go.”

“Finally.”

In the backseat of his Maybach, he squeezed my hand, and asked, “Is your head really hurting again?”

I nodded. “Yeah, but not bad. And I already checked my blood pressure while you were in the closet earlier shopping for ties, so it’s not that.”

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