Now that you’ve managed to get your hands on your ex-husband, Sir Paul McCartney’s millions *a few of the many, many more he still has, mind* I just hope you’d start dressing better.
(Truly curious to know what might have made you want to dress like a harlequin. Temporary blindness? Dressing in the dark? Too excited about grabbing the dosh? What? What? WHAT? DAYUM!! I AM CURIOUS!!)