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wasn’t sure what the future would bring.
Andre let me off at the main entrance of Bergdorf’s on Fifth Avenue; he was going to wait for me until I was done and then take me home.
I had been here only once before—to pick up Chanel lipstick for Catherine. Ari’s ex-wife. The thought of her made me shudder, but I remembered my mother’s words of wisdom. “Sarah,” I told myself, “you are a warrior princess. Don’t let her stand in the way of your career or the man you love.” I took a deep breath and pretended I was Xena as I entered the store.
I took the elevator up to the fourth floor, surrounded by a bevy of chicly dressed, perfectly coiffed women who reminded me of the main women in Ari’s life—his mother, sister, and ex. I held my own although my Sarah Plain and Tall persona was already knocking at the door. Several shoppers shot me surprised looks when I alone got off on the exclusive fourth floor.
When I stepped out of the elevator, my jaw dropped. I felt like I was in fairy-tale land. The softly lit floor was filled with dazzling gowns. Every one of them looked like it belonged on a princess and was ready for its first dance.
An attractive, smartly dressed woman, who reminded me of a younger version of Ari’s elegant mother, immediately greeted me. Dawn. She gave me a once over and smiled. The glimmer in her eye told me she approved of Ari’s choice in women.
“Let’s start with the dress and move our way to shoes and accessories and then to hair and makeup.”
Hair and makeup? I had no idea that Ari was giving me a total makeover.
“I’ll show you a few dresses that Mr. Golden might like; we have more in the dressing room.”
The first dress Dawn showed me was a silver-blue Armani sheath, with a thigh-high slit. The second was a red strapless crepe de chine number by Valentino. While they were both gorgeous and “so Ari,” neither of them really spoke to me. My eyes darted around the salon and landed on a mannequin that was wearing a dress that transported me to another world, another time. It was a pale pink ball gown with a pouf of tulle that cascaded over a very full silk-satin skirt. Two spaghetti straps held it up. “I’d like to try that one on,” I said, pointing to it.
“Oh, the Dior,” said Dawn approvingly. “It just came in. It’s special order. The one on the mannequin is Size 4.” She looked me up and down and smiled. “I think it will fit you. I’ll get someone to bring it into the dressing room.”
While I was normally a six, I wouldn’t be surprised if I had dropped a size as result of the weight I’d lost from my stressful week.
Dawn escorted me to Room 4. It was an elegant peach-walled dressing room that was bigger than my living room. There was a rack of other dresses that might interest me along with zebra-patterned ottomans, a three-way lighted mirror, and a wall phone. I imagined that the room had been used by many royals, heads of state, and women of means. I wondered—had Ari’s ex-wife ever set foot in it? The thought chilled me. Stop it, Sarah Warrior Princess!
“Would you like a glass of champagne?” offered Dawn, stopping me in my unsettling thoughts.
“No, thank you,” I replied though truthfully I craved one.
Dawn helped me into the voluminous pink ball gown. When it was zipped up, I stood before the mirror. I gasped. The dress fit me to a tee. I looked like a real princess in the making.
“I love it!” I exclaimed.
“Wonderful,” beamed Dawn. “It’s quite a departure from Mr. Golden’s taste, but I believe he enjoys being challenged.”
That was a fact.
“Now, let’s get you shoes and accessories.”
My fairy godmother escorted me down to the second floor designer shoe department where I chose a pair of Manolo Blahnik stilettos that looked like they could be Cinderella’s glass slippers and then to the first floor, which housed accessories and jewelry. She showed me a pair of pink satin opera gloves that went up to my
Andre let me off at the main entrance of Bergdorf’s on Fifth Avenue; he was going to wait for me until I was done and then take me home.
I had been here only once before—to pick up Chanel lipstick for Catherine. Ari’s ex-wife. The thought of her made me shudder, but I remembered my mother’s words of wisdom. “Sarah,” I told myself, “you are a warrior princess. Don’t let her stand in the way of your career or the man you love.” I took a deep breath and pretended I was Xena as I entered the store.
I took the elevator up to the fourth floor, surrounded by a bevy of chicly dressed, perfectly coiffed women who reminded me of the main women in Ari’s life—his mother, sister, and ex. I held my own although my Sarah Plain and Tall persona was already knocking at the door. Several shoppers shot me surprised looks when I alone got off on the exclusive fourth floor.
When I stepped out of the elevator, my jaw dropped. I felt like I was in fairy-tale land. The softly lit floor was filled with dazzling gowns. Every one of them looked like it belonged on a princess and was ready for its first dance.
An attractive, smartly dressed woman, who reminded me of a younger version of Ari’s elegant mother, immediately greeted me. Dawn. She gave me a once over and smiled. The glimmer in her eye told me she approved of Ari’s choice in women.
“Let’s start with the dress and move our way to shoes and accessories and then to hair and makeup.”
Hair and makeup? I had no idea that Ari was giving me a total makeover.
“I’ll show you a few dresses that Mr. Golden might like; we have more in the dressing room.”
The first dress Dawn showed me was a silver-blue Armani sheath, with a thigh-high slit. The second was a red strapless crepe de chine number by Valentino. While they were both gorgeous and “so Ari,” neither of them really spoke to me. My eyes darted around the salon and landed on a mannequin that was wearing a dress that transported me to another world, another time. It was a pale pink ball gown with a pouf of tulle that cascaded over a very full silk-satin skirt. Two spaghetti straps held it up. “I’d like to try that one on,” I said, pointing to it.
“Oh, the Dior,” said Dawn approvingly. “It just came in. It’s special order. The one on the mannequin is Size 4.” She looked me up and down and smiled. “I think it will fit you. I’ll get someone to bring it into the dressing room.”
While I was normally a six, I wouldn’t be surprised if I had dropped a size as result of the weight I’d lost from my stressful week.
Dawn escorted me to Room 4. It was an elegant peach-walled dressing room that was bigger than my living room. There was a rack of other dresses that might interest me along with zebra-patterned ottomans, a three-way lighted mirror, and a wall phone. I imagined that the room had been used by many royals, heads of state, and women of means. I wondered—had Ari’s ex-wife ever set foot in it? The thought chilled me. Stop it, Sarah Warrior Princess!
“Would you like a glass of champagne?” offered Dawn, stopping me in my unsettling thoughts.
“No, thank you,” I replied though truthfully I craved one.
Dawn helped me into the voluminous pink ball gown. When it was zipped up, I stood before the mirror. I gasped. The dress fit me to a tee. I looked like a real princess in the making.
“I love it!” I exclaimed.
“Wonderful,” beamed Dawn. “It’s quite a departure from Mr. Golden’s taste, but I believe he enjoys being challenged.”
That was a fact.
“Now, let’s get you shoes and accessories.”
My fairy godmother escorted me down to the second floor designer shoe department where I chose a pair of Manolo Blahnik stilettos that looked like they could be Cinderella’s glass slippers and then to the first floor, which housed accessories and jewelry. She showed me a pair of pink satin opera gloves that went up to my
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