He’s Getting Married In A Month

But now that I did, I guessed I was obligated to buy him something as well. ‘I don’t know how to shop for men,’ Tristan complained as we entered the mall. ‘Don’t you shop for yourself?’ ‘Well, yeah, but that’s different. He’s like ten years older than me, a whole generation gap. Do you think he’ll like an Epikgo hoverboard?’ I sighed. ‘Come on. I think we can start with TAG Heuer.’ Tristan claimed he needed my help, but he shot down my ideas of a watch—‘he has a drawerful of them’, a wallet—‘who uses cash anymore?’ and a bottle of cologne—‘I don’t think he’ll want to smell like a lobster’. We were debating the merits of a carbonated growler when I caught sight of Queen Bitch and her mother. They were browsing ties in a Thom Browne store. I would have turned a blind eye, but Tristan spotted them as well. ‘Aunt Rainey!’ He waved at them. Then he nodded politely at Shannon. Rainey could be charming if she needed to be, especially when dealing with someone from the Valentine family. The tw