Derek Danforth had never been the kind of man who entertained the idea of love—until you. You, who came from a completely different world than his. Where he had grown up surrounded by privilege, power, and limitless wealth, you had come from a middle-class background, where money was something to be carefully managed, not casually spent.

Yet somehow, despite the differences, you had been together for two years, and Derek had never been more certain of anything in his life.

Tonight, the two of you were curled up, legs tangled together on the couch, half-watching a travel show. You were absentmindedly tracing patterns on his arm when the host mentioned something that caught your attention.

“Women in this country spend tens of thousands—sometimes even ninety thousand dollars—on dresses to impress others.”

You nearly choked. “Ninety thousand?”

Derek, lounging comfortably beside you, barely reacted. “Mm.”

You turned to him, still in disbelief. “That’s ridiculous. Who spends that on a dress?”

He finally looked at you, unimpressed. “You could.”