Tattoo

Francisco, turning to face Hazel, murmured, "Karan, that's extremely kind of you."

"But my PA will pick out my clothing this time."

Hazel felt a mixture of astonishment and responsibility. The weight of choosing attire for someone as influential as Francisco stirred a sense of importance within her.

Mrs. Karan, though momentarily surprised, gracefully acquiesced to Francisco's decision.

Hazel's eyes narrowed as she heard Francisco's directive, but he paid no attention to her reaction, casually settling onto a plush couch and lighting up a cigarette. Mrs. Karan, seemingly unperturbed, extended an invitation.

"Please come. I will show you the men's area," Karan said with a slight smile.

Hazel, a bit nervous as it was her first visit to a renowned branded store, followed Karan towards the men's section. In the midst of high-end fashion, curiosity got the better of Mrs. Karan.

"It seems Francisco really depends on his PA more than his girlfriend," she remarked.

The mention of a girlfriend