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look through the rack of pants. ” Couleur ?” the clerk asked, holding up a pair of silky black pants and another pair of soft white cotton.
    “Blue,” Sandra told her and the woman turned back to the rack. She moved one hanger aside at a time and shook her head.
    “ Un moment ,” she said and walked toward the back of the store, leaving Sandra to look through the items on her own. Communication was a lot harder than it should have been, but then she quickly remembered she was the one who was out of place here, not the saleswoman.
    Sandra looked through the rack finding every type of material and style she could think of, but didn’t see anything even similar to jeans. She turned around eying several other racks of clothing, before walking over to a rack with blouses.
    There was one in particular that caught her eye; a bright robin’s egg blue with tiny little white pearl buttons down the front, short puffy sleeves and a very delicate lace around the low neckline. It was stunning and after she held it up to her torso, she was sure it would fit. She was looking around the store for a fitting room when the young brunette returned carrying four pairs of blue pants. She handed them to Sandra and smiled.
    “Try on?” she asked and Sandra nodded, returning her smile. The woman led her to the side of the store and motioned behind a curtain. Sandra walked through and saw four narrow white doors; choosing one of the doors, she stepped inside and closed the door. The room was small with bright white walls, feeling almost sterile, with a dark brown wooden bench; several coat hooks and a full-length mirror on the back of the door. Quickly, Sandra slipped off her dress and buttoned up the blue blouse before turning to look at her reflection. She stood in front of the mirror in just her white cotton panties and new blouse. The shirt was even more stunning against her tanned features than it had been on the hanger. With the form fitted waist and low neckline, it was definitely something she believed would impress Creighton.
      She pulled on a pair of pants the saleswoman had given her; not jeans but soft brushed cotton and very attractive. They were dark blue, almost suede in feel and as she zipped them up she smiled. She liked them a lot; the cut hugged her tiny behind and long slender legs, making her feel very comfortable and very sexy. The pockets on the back had small pink and white flowers embroidered on them and were deep enough to hold her phone or ID.
    Quickly, Sandra tried on the other three pairs; one a denim-type blue, but not jeans, in the same soft material as the first pair. They were the palest blue she ever seen, nearly white with just a hint of color with pink rhinestones lining the outer leg hems and front pockets. The last pair was so dark they were almost black with silver thread used for the stitching of the hems, a small fleur d lis on the back pockets. She liked them all and silently began estimating how much they would cost in American dollars, wondering if she could afford them all. The price tags were in euros of course and she had left her conversion chart and cell phone in her room, so she couldn’t calculate the exact cost. They didn’t look that expensive, she thought, but this was France after all and everything here cost more than back home.
    Slipping back into her dress, Sandra gathered the clothing together and made her way back toward the main part of the shop. Maybe she should get the blouse now and come back another time for the pants, after she had a chance to convert the prices, but she didn’t have time to consider it any further.  It was almost twelve o’clock and Creighton would be there to pick her up in a few minutes.
    Sandra stepped out from behind the curtain and froze in mid-step. Leaning against the counter was the very handsome Creighton Ashford; his dark hair mussed just enough to look carefree, his chin and upper lip covered with a soft dusting of beard and a pair of dark