He tells me to jump in his Rolls Royce Phantom, dressed to kill from head to toe, we drove off to Rodeo. His hand on my thigh, he turns to me and says "Baby, whatever you want, it's yours." Saint Laurent, and Chanel daydreams became the ultimate reality. His big brown eyes follow me as I browsed through La Perla, trying things on exclusively for him. He holds me close as we walk from store to store, stopping occasionally to look me in the eyes and tell me he loves me. The designer shopping bags were getting hard to hold. The purple and orange sky took my breath away while we cruised down the PCH blasting Fleetwood Mac. My hand on his thigh, I realize just how lucky I am.