(Arata)
Karsten took his privacy seriously; this I learnt when a security car remained ahead of us, ensuring no paparazzi or media person followed us when he picked me up from my apartment.
Dazzling a snugly-fitting soot black t-shirt and jeans, he sat beside me, exuding grace and elegance. Appearance was less formal now that we weren't in the office but class was permanent for him.
His hand rested on his sturdy legs, drumming slowly, the fine blue lines ran deep in his hands. These always fascinated me on a man's hand and I usually traced them on Andy's, now I could just watch.
"Choose whatever you like without hesitation. If you wish, let Armanta guide you."
Did he mean 'The Armanta Ahija'?
Armanta was one of the most sought-after celebrity stylists in the fashion industry. Only the richest of the rich could afford her or get an appointment.
I nodded as his gaze wavered over my hair before moving away.
Did he have suspicions that they weren't real?
