Sherrie had always loved expensive things. She loved being treated like a queen. It had always made sense to her logically to be with someone who was older, who had lots of money and could take care of her. And she adored the one she was currently with. She smiled as she stepped out of a changing room, giving them a twirl as she looked down at the sleek bronze-colored gown. “Do you think this would be appropriate for that gala darling? I want to make sure I look nice and pretty for your colleagues.” She told them with a wink and a radiant smile.