The cabbie dropped us off at Trump Towers. " So, how's the wedding planning coming along?" I asked. " Uhh, well you mean my fiancée obsessively controlling every aspect of my life?" Derrick said. " Oh, I take it you guys are going through a rough patch." I had concluded this thought when Derrick had told me that he was taking a red eye. Derrick loves to be spontaneous, but he refuses to take red eyes unless they are positively necessary. " Yeah. You know, I thought you were the one Massie. If I was with you right now, than I wouldn't be forced into being a stepford husband, Claire makes me bake. Bake, what am I, a Barbie?" This was Derrick's typical rant on Claire. I mean, ive heard this speech a dozen or more times. " I don't get it Derrick, if you don't want her call off the engagement." " Its not that simple Mass, I wish I could. But I cant stomach the thought of what Claire would do to herself." But you don't know what I've been doing to myself. " Massie, you look unusually skinny since the last time ive seen you." " When was that Derrick, last November?" I snapped at him. " Geez Massie, I'm sorry. Look, tonight, I'm calling her. I'm ending it. We only got the invites to you, Leesh and Josh. The New York crew." I smiled, that's what Derrick liked to call us. Since Kris lived in England, Dylan in Los Angeles, and Cam in Boston. Kemp and Chris lived in Wisconsin, playing soccer. I smiled, and hugged him. " You know what this calls for D?" " What?" " Some hard core shopping on 5th." He stifled a groan. " I'll buy you some new clothes, and some new furniture. You'll be moving in I suppose?" " You know me well, anywhere with a plasma screen TV and maid service is my kind of place." We walked to Saks and I absolutely screamed. My publicist didn't tell me that they had already posted the new Fall 17' line. I jumped up and down cause I looked like the shit. I mean, not to sound overly conceited but I totally rocked Marc Jacobs. Derrick looked awestuck, I mean why settle for second best when you can get the best, right? " Not to shabby darling," he said in his overly femme voice. " Hey I have this party thing I'm going to for Tiffany's, would you like to come?" I asked Derrick. " Sure, it's a date." I smiled, as I browsed through the racks of designer goods. I finally picked out a black, classic Chanel dress.