The Audi RS 6 glided into the valet circle of The Gilded Quarter, the city's most exclusive luxury enclave. As Jake stepped out, the valet's eyes widened, recognizing the aggressive stance of the black-on-black wagon. Beside him, Catharine smoothed her dress, looking up at the towering glass facade of Aurelian Sartorial.
"Are you sure about this, Jake?" she asked, her voice low as they approached the heavy brass doors. "I've heard the price of a pocket square in here could pay for a semester of tuition."
Jake caught the door for her, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I'm buying m, Cath. If I'm going to stand in a room full of sharks like those guys, I need to look like I can afford to lose a million and not blink. Besides, I want your eyes on this. You know what looks 'old money' and what looks like a lottery winner."
