In the limo, I looked out the window, taking in the sites. It had been a long time since I'd been to New York. Steven had traveled here often on business and I was rarely invited to go with him, but I couldn't blame him entirely. I was married to my work at the time. Looking back, it was a wonder that we had stayed married for as long as we had. Maybe that was why he had taken a mistress. Steven had needed someone that would be there for him.
I quickly pushed those thoughts aside as we pulled down Fifth Avenue. My heart leapt with excitement as I spotted high-end stores, such as Tiffany & Co., Louis Vuitton, De Beers, Gianni Versace, Bergdorf Goodman, and much more. Then, I spotted Prada.
"Stop here, Clarence," I said, and he quickly obeyed.
There were no parking spaces and the street
