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Authors: Mia Caldwell
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so little about this beautiful man in front of her, and yet she couldn't bear the thought of being away from him. Now, as she contemplated spending another day with him, seeing Paris through his eyes and learning everything he knew, she was elated.
“Yes, I'd love to spend the day with you. What did you have in mind?”
Alex felt his stomach flip-flop. He suddenly remembered Whitney's fashion show, and the fact that the epicenter of Paris would be taken over by the fashion industry. They couldn't go anywhere where they might be seen by Whitney, her parents, or most dangerous of all, the press. Where is the one place no one in Whitney's crowd will be today? Alex thought.
“Why don't we spend the day at the Jardin des Plantes? It's the largest botanical garden in Paris, on the Left Bank. It's such a beautiful day; it would be a shame to spend it cooped up inside anywhere.”
Paris imagined wandering among the exotic flowers, hand-in-hand with Alex. It sounded like the perfect day. “That sounds like a great idea.”
Paris knew she wasn't hiding the massive smile that was slowly creeping across her face, but she didn't care.
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B ecause Paris still wasn't positive where her hotel was, and all she had were the clothes she'd been wearing when she arrived in Paris, Alex had sent off for a collection of outfits for her to choose from.
This has to be a dream, doesn’t it? It was a question she had asked herself a million times since yesterday. On what planet could something like this be real? And yet, every time she literally pinched herself—hard—it hurt like hell.
When she began opening the boxes with the names of designers she only recognized from hearing them in the mouths of famous actors and music stars on TV, she couldn't believe how beautiful they were: flowing skirts, soft t-shirts, a pre-washed denim jacket, cotton bras and cute underwear, all in her size.
Something told her that though these were “simple” items, they were outrageously expensive. The seams were hand-stitched, and the fabric was a deceptively light weight for the high thread count. Every bit of embroidery and lace had the slight variations and imperfections that told her these were custom—not machine—made.
A part of her wanted to object. These items were much too precious for her to wear. But the girly part of her wanted to try on everything. She knew Alex was already dressed and waiting for her, though, so she slipped on a long pink gauzy skirt, a snug white t-shirt that emphasized her generous curves, and the denim jacket, then slid on her converse sneakers. Even without her makeup, Paris felt lovely and ready to explore Paris at Alex's side.
When Paris walked out of the bedroom, her breath caught in her chest at the sight of Alex, sitting at the bar and sipping an espresso. His sparkling eyes were framed in black-rimmed glasses that perfectly highlighted his chiseled cheeks. A navy blue sweater fit snugly over top of a crisp white button-down, all of which accented his muscular physique.
Alex's outfit was finished off with a pair of skinny faded jeans and a pair of Converse that matched Paris', and he looked every bit the handsome man of Paris' dreams. Paris couldn't stop herself from rushing up to him, wrapping her arms around his waist, and kissing him with all of her being.
When she finally let him free of her embrace, Alex was grinning like a fool. “What was that for, beautiful?”
Paris shook her head, looking down, and then gave him one more quick kiss before taking his hand in her own and pulling him toward the door like a child on Christmas morning, desperate to see what presents Santa had left for them the night before.
“Just because! Come on... we've got a botanical garden to explore!”
13
T he strobe lights inside the immense hall made it impossible to actually see any of the clothes that were being modeled by the bored women as they sauntered down the makeshift runway. The DJ crammed in the dusky corner
“Yes, I'd love to spend the day with you. What did you have in mind?”
Alex felt his stomach flip-flop. He suddenly remembered Whitney's fashion show, and the fact that the epicenter of Paris would be taken over by the fashion industry. They couldn't go anywhere where they might be seen by Whitney, her parents, or most dangerous of all, the press. Where is the one place no one in Whitney's crowd will be today? Alex thought.
“Why don't we spend the day at the Jardin des Plantes? It's the largest botanical garden in Paris, on the Left Bank. It's such a beautiful day; it would be a shame to spend it cooped up inside anywhere.”
Paris imagined wandering among the exotic flowers, hand-in-hand with Alex. It sounded like the perfect day. “That sounds like a great idea.”
Paris knew she wasn't hiding the massive smile that was slowly creeping across her face, but she didn't care.
----
B ecause Paris still wasn't positive where her hotel was, and all she had were the clothes she'd been wearing when she arrived in Paris, Alex had sent off for a collection of outfits for her to choose from.
This has to be a dream, doesn’t it? It was a question she had asked herself a million times since yesterday. On what planet could something like this be real? And yet, every time she literally pinched herself—hard—it hurt like hell.
When she began opening the boxes with the names of designers she only recognized from hearing them in the mouths of famous actors and music stars on TV, she couldn't believe how beautiful they were: flowing skirts, soft t-shirts, a pre-washed denim jacket, cotton bras and cute underwear, all in her size.
Something told her that though these were “simple” items, they were outrageously expensive. The seams were hand-stitched, and the fabric was a deceptively light weight for the high thread count. Every bit of embroidery and lace had the slight variations and imperfections that told her these were custom—not machine—made.
A part of her wanted to object. These items were much too precious for her to wear. But the girly part of her wanted to try on everything. She knew Alex was already dressed and waiting for her, though, so she slipped on a long pink gauzy skirt, a snug white t-shirt that emphasized her generous curves, and the denim jacket, then slid on her converse sneakers. Even without her makeup, Paris felt lovely and ready to explore Paris at Alex's side.
When Paris walked out of the bedroom, her breath caught in her chest at the sight of Alex, sitting at the bar and sipping an espresso. His sparkling eyes were framed in black-rimmed glasses that perfectly highlighted his chiseled cheeks. A navy blue sweater fit snugly over top of a crisp white button-down, all of which accented his muscular physique.
Alex's outfit was finished off with a pair of skinny faded jeans and a pair of Converse that matched Paris', and he looked every bit the handsome man of Paris' dreams. Paris couldn't stop herself from rushing up to him, wrapping her arms around his waist, and kissing him with all of her being.
When she finally let him free of her embrace, Alex was grinning like a fool. “What was that for, beautiful?”
Paris shook her head, looking down, and then gave him one more quick kiss before taking his hand in her own and pulling him toward the door like a child on Christmas morning, desperate to see what presents Santa had left for them the night before.
“Just because! Come on... we've got a botanical garden to explore!”
13
T he strobe lights inside the immense hall made it impossible to actually see any of the clothes that were being modeled by the bored women as they sauntered down the makeshift runway. The DJ crammed in the dusky corner
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