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    “You can talk. You’re the one who tells the media you hate people.”
    “They want to impress me more then. Enough about me. Why are we here?” Pierre took her hand and kissed the back of it. “Why is such a beautiful, intelligent lady here with such a scoundrel?”
    “Knock off the French act. I trust Sarah, so you’re good.”
    “Oh thank fuck for that. I was running out of French words.” His voice became an all-American drawl.
    Sarah stared at Pierre, and then at Brock, then back at Pierre. “What the hell?”
    “Don’t worry, I do design the clothes. It’s why I never talk much, and they think I’m aloof and unfriendly.” Pierre laughed. “I just have no fucking clue what to say most of the time. Brock called me out and now he blackmails me with it any chance he gets.”
    “That’s so unfair. But tonight I must say, I am pleased he did.”
    “I never got any attention until I was ‘French.’ Then, my designs took off, and I’m not sure what would happen if it came out I wasn’t.”
    “They’ll never hear it from me. I can assure you.”
    “What can I do for you both?”

Chapter Eleven
    “We’re on a short break, a few days away. But we had to leave in a hurry and Sarah has no suitable dinner outfits. I’d like you to dress her.”
    “My pleasure. I have several new season outfits that will be divine.”
    “And me as well.”
    “Of course. But first, the lady. You know where the drinks are, Brock, and look through the menswear, find some things you like, and we’ll work it out.”
    “No problem.”
    Pierre led Sarah away by the hand, and her stomach was full of nervous butterflies. This man’s dresses sold for thousands of dollars. This was incredible. “Thank you. I’m not sure I can do your dresses justice.”
    “Nonsense. With that body, my dresses will sing. Brock has wonderful taste.”
    Sarah’s mood dropped a little. “I guess this is normal for him. To bring his favorite women here.” She had no right to be jealous.
    Pierre led her to a warm and brightly lit dressing room that was the size of her new sitting room. “No. Usually just himself. This is quite a treat. He’s a good man, just needs to get in touch with his feminine side.”
    Sarah smiled. That news pleased her more than it should. “We are helping each other.”
    “Good. Good. Now, do you have any fantasy dresses, colors, styles, any dresses you remember and loved?”
    “I do love white, but I’m far too clumsy with sauces to wear that. I’m a romantic at heart, I guess. The whole princess and knight in shining armor appeals to me. If we are going fantasy…”
    “Perfect. I’ll go and get the ones I think will work, and you browse the racks in here and choose a few.”
    “This is truly amazing. Thank you so much.”
    “Brock and I go back a long way. Don’t let his stories fool you. I knew him when we were children.”
    “You did? He told me..?”
    “He is a very private man. There may always be something you don’t know about him. It’s his way. To completely trust is not a thing he’s able to do. This is something we come to accept to be his friend.”
    “I see.” So he’d lied to her, even now.
    “Don’t be disheartened. I can’t tell you if it’s worth it, or even if you’ll be successful. But there is much I’m sure you don’t know, and how much he will share, I don’t know. But the fact that he has shared anything at all is a huge step for him.”
    Sarah nodded. “No one is perfect. I’m dealing with things to. But we’re not getting hooked on the future.”
    “Good. Now, let’s get you dressed. I’ll go and find some of my best new collection, and you can see if anything out here strikes a chord.”
    Sarah couldn’t believe she was here. This truly was the fairy tale she’d dreamed of as a little girl. The one her mother had read to her about when she was a five-year-old. She’d promised Sarah that every little princess had a prince. Sarah had thought she’d