“This one,” I say, my throat barely forming words. “Choose this one. You look perfect.” She gives herself another look in the mirror. “I’ll get a matching bowtie and pocket square.” She narrows her eyes at me in the mirror. “Didn’t realize you were a ‘matching my girlfriend’ kind of guy. Where are you going to find a matching bowtie in two days?” “Angel, never underestimate the power of a black American Express.”
