"Huh… I knew he was to blame." Charlotte sighed.
She had breakfast alone at his grand dining table, chewing silently, wondering where he'd gone. Finally she was done. The maids who served her led her outside to the parking lot. She stood waiting as she was told to do.
She pinched on the Jean jacket. The branded bag which she had his maid bring up to her was a pair of Jean pants, a white Shirt, Jean jacket and sneakers.
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Soft bumps here and there, blowing horns from different cars and then a slight bend at the corner with the rest of the convoy following from behind.
Charlotte's eyes flickered at the structure before them. She had heard of the popular BD Woman luxury collection from her colleagues at the bar. A top brand boutique. As the cars hault, Wesley pulled out to get the door, she watched him be a gentleman. He flashed a smile at her and urged her with his hands leading through the main entrance.
"Ladies first." He said with a smirk.
Charlotte sucked in some air and then let out a sigh. The place has good Lightening, mannequins dressed in trendy clothes. It was serene, she had expected to see ladies shopping.
There was little chirping, then a sound of a slap landing on someone's cheeks and then an angry lady batching out of a dressing room followed by a staff holding her face as she ran after the tall obviously vexed lady.
"What's with the face darling?" Wesley broke in.
She jilted, 'darling' when did he start to call her that? She turned to face him. He had noticed her irked face as she watched the helpless lady run after the angry bird.
He ushered her to sit next to him on one of the array of couches at the center of the store.
"Oh my oh my!!! Young Master Wes!!" The voice of a woman echoed in as she walked in, her heels making loud banging sounds as it hit the marble floor. She emerged from a hidden office.
"Madame Camille LaRue…" Wesley called out back to her, with powerful strides he caught up with her and then they embraced. He kissed her on her forehead. Charlotte shrugged.
The lady turned to face Charlotte with a smug look on her face.
"And this must be our newest… yet finest Young Mistress?" She winked at Wesley who gasped.
Charlotte looked in her direction, a petite middle aged woman with wide hips and an overdone makeup, her blush popping out, outshining the rest of the work. And then the burning red lip gloss made her face look like that of an overripe mango.
Charlotte's face went red. She held in her laughter. The lady's clothes were so tight that the buttons on her striped shirt threatened to come off. Her skirt was so tight that she struggled to walk. Then the heels… Charlotte choked. 20 inches James Syiemiongs.
She walked over to Charlotte. Took her in a tight embrace. Charlotte stood stunned.
"And what is so funny?" She paused, taking a good look at Charlotte. "By the way, you are a fashion mess. My goodness he brought you here. I am Madame Camille LaRue, the z City's number one Fashion Police. I style the Royal family…"
"Wesley!" The sharp voice of the angry lady rang from before.
Wesley rolled his eyes. "Crap." It skipped his mind today was Stella's wardrobe change day.
"Oh Miss Grande" Madame Camille sighed, biting her lips.
Charlotte turned to face the angry looking lady walking up to them, she was the same lady who had a worker running after her.
"Wesley. Fucking. Jameson, what brings you here?" The tall slender lady lashed at Wesley who looked like he'd seen a ghost.
Wesley turned to Charlotte, "Darling this is Stella Grande, daughter of the state Governor, Stella this is-"
"Charlotte Brown, the arcade girl, your new toy" Stella cut in.
"You know my Charlotte-" Wesley said pretending to be surprised. The few days together with Charlotte, the gossip outlets had got something to feed on the bulldozing bizzare scene. Stella was the last person on earth he wanted to see. And the least person he wanted Charlotte to meet. She's one of his craziest exes who had not moved on.
"Hi" Charlotte waved, walking away from the tension.
"Madame Camille help me get Charlotte a new wardrobe set, and then a brush up at your spa, just give her the usual treatment, we have a dinner to attend this evening…" Wesley said. Madame Camille nodded and then went after the wandering girl.
"Eww… you are bringing her with you?" Stella asked.
Wesley ignored her. He took out a magazine from the rack and then sat on the couch.
"You settled for a lowlife? Huh. Unlike you…" Stella muttered.
Wesley paused and then looked at her. He unanimously crossed his powerful legs. Scoffed and then buried his head in the magazine pretending to be reading.
"Oh the new road construction…" Wesley muttered.
"Avoid me for as long as you want, I'll have the last laugh." Stella said, gritting her teeth as she watched him with disgust as he shifted uncomfortably.
He grimaced. "I may have laughed first, baby you know I'll still laugh best." He scoffed and continued pretending-reading.
"Watch your back." Stella scoffed. "Haha" she flung her hair.
Wesley gave her the side eyes.