She finally picked one. It was black.
It would fit in nicely with all the numerous black suit jackets he already owns, a voice said in Siena's head and she wanted to curse audibly.
She dumped the jacket and moved past the rack as she began her search all over again. She found another suit which she liked-'like' used loosely here because there was only so much you could like about a limp piece of clothing not worn on a person or mannequin.
This one had a sky blue handkerchief sticking out of the breast pocket but the rest of the suit jacket was a rich blue.
Before she talked herself out of it, Siena moved from the rack carrying the suit jacket with her.
All she needed was a shirt now. She looked at the time on her phone and saw that it was a few minutes to four pm. Fortunately, she fo
