"Julian..." Lyvana looked around, stunned by the sheer amount of luxury. "Who are all these for? Do you have a girlfriend I don't know about?"
Julian stepped up behind her. "They are all yours, Lyvana."
"Mine?" she turned to look at him, confused. "But I didn't buy any of this. I don't even think I could afford half of what's in this room right now."
"Consider it part of our partnership," Julian said simply. "If you are going to be my girlfriend, you need to look the part. I had my personal shoppers bring in everything in your size last night."
Lyvana ran her hand over a soft, white silk blouse.
"It's too much," she whispered, her eyes lingering on the gown before snapping back to Julian.
"I don't think I'm comfortable with this," she said firmly. "I don't need all these clothes, and I definitely don't want you buying them for me."
"I know you don't need them," he murmured stepping close to her. "But I want you to have them. I want the world to see you exactly as I do."
