I'll Watch.

What are the limits of wealth? What can money not buy? What is a drop of rain compared to the vast ocean? What is a few thousand compared to a billionaire? They say money can't buy happiness, but it's so much nicer to cry in a Lamborghini than to laugh on a bike.

Roselia swallowed. 

"Why are your eyes glued to the floor?" Cruden inquired. 

Roselia pressed her lips together. She snuck a glance at her husband. He leaned back, his arm resting on the couch of their private VIP dressing lounge. They were weighed on hand and knees by the sales associates who brought in plentiful champagne, desserts, snacks, and finger food alongside a closet full of the current season's clothes.

"Do you not like anything here?" Cruden asked, crossing his leg over his knee, staring inquisitively at his little wife.