Chapter 7
"Hi, I'm Sabrina. Nice to meet you," I said shyly.
"I'm Amelie and I picked out the best place that we locals love shopping. Google doesn't recommend it for foreigners." She said in a charming French accent.
"You were born here?" I asked inquisitively.
"Yes, but my English is this good because I was tutored English by the best plus it helped to attend university in an English-speaking country.
"I speak English most of my life, and I think you speak English better."
"Don't flatter me. Yet I did hear that people who speak English as a second language tend to be better because we were not taught the short ways to say words. We learn these things exactly from the book."
"You're right indeed." I agreed.
We went into the store and were able to see some things that I liked which were very fitting to the body. I was meeting his family, and I wanted to appear as if I knew what dry cleaning does.
"So how long have you known Mr Richard?" I asked.
"Robert and I were high school best friends. He was arrogant in high school, and because I was the same, we hit it off." She said while holding up a dress to my frame.
"As in, you guys dated?" I was trying to get the juice here.
"No, we did not date. We do not like each other like that." She clarified.
Wow, what a relief! One competition down, a million to go.
"Your phone keeps vibrating. It is okay to return a reply."
She comforted me.
"No, It's my ex. He's currently aiming to make my life miserable and hates that I'm so far away."
"Wow sounds serious. Do you want to talk about it?" She asked.
There was something about her warm approach to our conversation. She made it feel safe to let my guard down even though I just got to know her an hour ago.
"I'm not sure," I said after 10 seconds had passed.
'Okay, you can go ahead and pay for everything unless there is something else you wish to get." She spoke.
"Yeah, I want a pair of black, red bottom heels like the ones over there." My mind returned to the $100,000 limit on the card.
'You got it. I'll pay for them, though. It is my welcome to France gift to you." She said with the warmth from earlier.
I didn't say no as I know how expensive these shoes are, but at least I didn't have to pay out of pocket.
"After we leave here, I will take you to my favourite restaurant." She said with a cute smile. She was aesthetically pleasing and if I had on underwear, she would've charmed it off.
"I just realized that I haven't eaten as yet," I remembered.
My phone starts ringing from a number that I'm unaware of. I assumed that it was Junior, so I didn't answer. Suddenly, Amelie's phone started ringing and she started talking in French to the person. I only make out 'Bonjour.' She eventually ended the call and spoke.
"That was Robert, He wants me to take you to Paris, so he doesn't have to return here. I'm going to the event as well, but I'm leaving tomorrow. So, it looks like you will be staying with me for the night." she said cheerfully.
I asked her the number that called, and it was the same number that called me earlier, so I saved his number.
We wrapped up our shopping, and she called the driver. I guess they all knew each other. She told him something in French.
After we got into the car, she said "I'm going to stop by my condo to change and you will be able to freshen up. It's already 5:00 pm so it's best we just go out for dinner, is that okay with you?"
"Yeah, I forgot that I didn't even brush my teeth this morning and I also need to get a toothbrush," I said.
"No worries, I have a lot of new toothbrushes at home. My condo is like a convenience store. My assistant shops at my house." She laughed.
I got ready and brushed my teeth. I did a dark lip combo with lip gloss, and I also put on the new shoes with the silk red dress that I bought. The dress highlighted my broad hips and slender waist. I felt so pretty. My hair is dreads that are down my back, so I didn't need to do much with it. I felt beautiful, and I forgot about the problems I had at home.
"You look gorgeous." She said, standing at the doorway to the room that I was occupying.
"Thank you and you look dapper," I said. She wasn't in a dress; she was in a suit.
"You didn't expect this, didn't you?" she asked with a smile.
"No, I did not, but I love that you can rock a suit and a dress all on the same day," I remarked.
"Yes, my girlfriend used to hate that I do both because she wanted me to assume a gender in our relationship. I'm a woman who likes to wear both men's and women's garments.
"Me too." I agreed. I was taken aback because I couldn't assume when I just met her that she was into girls, but they didn't get together.
We went outside and found the driver waiting for us. He took us to a fine dining restaurant and to be honest, I was nervous. I felt like I was on a date with someone. She was someone that I liked. She was successful but very humbled. If only she knew how far beneath her I am, she wouldn't even give me the time of day.
It turns out that we already had a reservation, and we were seated at the windows that face the city.
We ordered, and she was such a light. She was funny, attractive and could rock any outfit. She is a dream.
Suddenly, a woman walked up to our table talking aggressively and she stood up to her without introducing her. She said something quickly, and the girl glanced at me. If looks could kill then I would be 6 feet under. She walked to her table which was two seats beside us and sat with an older woman.
"May I ask who that is?" I questioned.
"That's my past lover. She cheated and we broke up last Thursday, now she had the nerve to be disrespectful to me." She angrily exclaimed.
"I'm sorry to hear that. I'm currently going through the same situation. My boyfriend cheated on me with multiple women, including my manager."
"Who? Robert? Robert isn't gay!" She spoke.
"No, not Mr. Rochard. The lady is the manager of the Para-Legals and I'm a Paralegal." I clarified.
"Wow, that's tough. I'm sorry." She replied.
"I feel so betrayed, and I want to make him pay. I want to destroy his life." I expressed with sadness in my voice.
"Oh, I love ruining people's lives. I let my past girlfriend go off freely because I didn't want her to think that she hurt me." She declared.
"But she did?" I asked.
"Yes, she did. I'm still heartbroken."
"Do you want us to make her mad right now?" I asked.
"Yes! What do you have in mind?" She said with glee.
'Let's kiss." I said and pulled her lips into mine. The kiss was heavenly, and she is such a good kisser. She touched my face, and I slowly glided my hands over her cheeks. She broke away from the kiss and her ex was shocked and stormed out of the restaurant leaving the elder lady behind.
"Were they on a date?" I broke the silence between us.
"No, that's her mom. She doesn't like me very much." She spoke.
We sat in silence; she didn't say much to me throughout. I assumed that the French don't eat and talk, so I didn't say anything.