I pulled myself together, got in the car, and drove to the address I'd memorized from his phone the night before.
A woman with a striking face opened the door.
"Hi. Who are you looking for?"
I wanted to be sure I had the right person, so I kept my composure and asked.
"Are you Ms. Gray?"
She nodded.
Once I had my confirmation, I held up the shopping bag.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?"
Understanding crossed her face. She stepped aside and let me through.
So she'd already guessed who I was.
The moment I walked in, the place hit me like a slap—Gucci heels in the shoe cabinet, a Burberry scarf tossed over the sofa, a Louis Vuitton coat on the standing rack by the door, a Chanel bag sitting on the coffee table.
All of it.
I didn't know how much Daniel had paid for, but I knew he'd paid for plenty.
Julia caught the look in my eyes, and a flicker of contempt crossed her face.
"Oh, that Daniel. He's always buying me things like these. I keep telling him no, stop, I don't need them—but he just won't listen."
"But then again, he's not wrong, is he? A woman's got to look good. After all, how a woman looks is how her man looks. Wouldn't you agree, Miss Weiss?"