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The car was parked in the parking lot of the Harrods shopping center, the most expensive in all of London.

Never in my short life have I set foot here, that is, just breathing near this place is expensive, so I preferred to take care of my human needs elsewhere cheaper.

We got out of the truck and when we entered there were many well-dressed women and men, that is, only their hairstyles were worth more than all my outfit, my precious pink checkered sweater felt embarrassed with all those expensive clothes that those who were there wore.

Chris took my hand and guided me through the mall, his bodyguards were following us in the distance.

Would they have been at the Ritz when Chris proposed it to me?

Anyway, the thoughts went out of my mind when I felt the gaze of many people on me, especially that of women. I looked at them and to tell the truth they were beautiful, it's just that I don't understand why me? About these women made by the gods.

We entered a rather expensive "Hell Hall" store, in addition to being expensive, it was the most prestigious in the whole country. A young lady approached us with a big smile, Chris explained that I was the one looking for clothes, so she showed me several clothes.

Already in the fitting room I worried about how expensive all this was, I knew that Chris was going to pay, he had made it clear to me when we entered the store, but I felt bad for making him pay so much money.

  • You could go out now, we don't have all day to be in a single store - it was the voice of my desperate new husband.

I sighed trying on the gray dress, but when I was about to raise it completely my hand I can't reach it anymore, I tried to stretch as much as I could, but nothing, already surrendered my head peeped in search of the lady who was taking care of me, however for my bad luck no one was there but Chris who wrote on his cell phone when he noticed

  • Do you need help? - I nodded and he went up to the fitting room with me.

-It's the closure-clarified turning around facing the mirror and with his back to him- I can't get it up- he seemed to understand and delicately pushed my hair aside, gently touching my back which made me feel something strange.

Once the closure was ready, we both looked at our reflection in the mirror, he surpassed me by a little more than one head in height, seeing him so handsome behind me made me blush and look away turning around to be in front of him.

-And what do you think? - I referred to the dress.

He looked at me and smiled slightly.

"You look good, you should take everything," he looked away at the mountain of clothes that I had been trying on before.

That moment became at least a little uncomfortable for me.

-Yes, it looks good - I looked at myself in the mirror.

Now I think the moment was strange for both of us.

-Well, I let you change- seat and when he comes out I finally take out the breath that I kept in my lungs.

We left the store with several bags that the same people in charge of the store were in charge of taking to the truck.

"I feel bad that you pay for all this, it's too expensive," I said when we entered another store. I couldn't help but mention it even though he had already made it clear to me that it didn't bother him at all.

-Don't worry, I have plenty of money and a lot-I winked at one of his blue eyes.

We have to be so humble.

...

I was tired, I never thought that going shopping would be so tiring. We went to so many stores that I even lost count, we bought casual, formal dresses, for a special occasion, high heels, boots, bags, coats, sweaters, pajamas, suitcases, everything.

We stopped at an aesthetic, I looked at Christopher categorically refusing to enter.

-No, no way- I refused and got stiff when he took my hand

-You need it, your hair is very poorly cared for, you look like a scarecrow- I opened my mouth offended, he pushed me into the luxurious establishment.

A grown-and-man approached us, he just looked at me reviewing me with a disapproving look.

"What a horror!" I exclaim touching my hair. "Never wash it, my dear.

OK, that offended me a lot.

I snatched my lock from him.

"You could fix her hair," my now husband asked.

-I'll try, but I don't promise anything- he took me by the hand and sat me in one of his chairs

Chris took a seat in one of the armchairs and quickly took his cell phone to type something.

  • it seems that a boiler exploded in your head - I whisper, the look of the man and mine connected in the mirror, I looked at him badly and he smiled at me falsely.

I wash my hair with a lot of oils, dry it and cut it. I only saw the brown strands of hair falling sad.

After what seemed like hours, I'm finally done.

I must admit that he did a great job, I didn't even think that my hair could look like this, waves fell on my shoulders and my hair looked silky, which never happened. It looked like part of a Pantene commercial.

-I look great on you- touch the strands

-Thank you, I had difficulties, your hair was the most horrendous I've ever seen-I rolled my eyes -But I managed to do a miracle

Chris paid and we left the place, touched my hair and smiled showing his dimples.

-I look very good- I smiled and I swear that my skin got chinita from just that action- are we going to eat? -He let go of my lock, making my skin return to normal.

God, I hear my prayers, I'm starving.

-I'm starving

-I imagined it- I took my hand and we went around the mall looking for something to eat.

We went into a restaurant and when I saw my favorite dish on the menu, I almost died. The waitress took our order and withdrew.

-Tell me Christopher Huberman- put my elbows on the table and my head on my hands- Why would someone like you marry someone like me? -He raised his eyebrows funny.

-How are you? - I look at myself attentively

It took me a while to answer that question, because I didn't really know who I was.

-Simple, nothing compared to the women who seem to be carved by the gods who are surely behind you- finally answer, he laughs.

-I don't see that simplicity that you express to have- those words made me blush- When the time comes you will know why I marry you, don't hurry- I whisper so that no other diner would listen to this part of the sentence.

I looked at him curiously, full of questions that he wouldn't answer.

We plunged into the silence that was interrupted when the waitress arrived minutes later with our dishes.

-Do you want to? - I ask pointing to his dish with the chopsticks in hand.

-No, thank you- I tried not to make a grimace- I don't like sushi- he pretended to be offended.

-How can it be that you don't like sushi?

-It's not just sushi, they're all kinds of underwater creatures.

"I'm surprised, I thought you had better tastes," I leave his Asian chopsticks. "What do you like then?"

-The cakes- I said happily pointing to my plate- all kinds of treats, salty, sweet, either of the two- just thinking about cakes my mouth watered.

"And apart from the food?" He sighed, he seemed really interested in me.

Not that he knew everything about me and that I don't know what not when?

-I like violets, they are my favorite flowers, as a child my grandparents had a garden full of them and I really like Baseball, I used to watch the replays of the Yankees games with my grandfather- I smiled nostalgically.

He looked at me for a few minutes as if that didn't wait for him and then he continued with his food without commenting on anything else and giving me to understand that he would not answer my interested questions about him.

...

I was looking out the window at people passing by when Chris' voice brought me back to reality.

-I got you an interview with Mr. Smith- I mention once the waitress removed the dishes.

Through the windows of the restaurant I could see that it was getting dark.

"Mr. Smith?" I repeated without knowing who he was referring to and still somewhat clueless watching the people in the restaurant eat and chat.

-The president of the most prestigious law firm- put my eyes on him, now if focusing my attention on him without believing it.

That Mr. Smith?

-You need a partner in the family area and well I suggested that you could have that position.

Don't you play?

-Really? - I asked excitedly and he just nodded his head- thank you- I stopped and hugged him.

-You're welcome-he separated from my arms somewhat uncomfortable and I felt bad for invading his personal space- after the interview you have an appointment with my doctor

"Thank you," I stopped hugging him again.

It was too much for my poor soul, my life had changed too much in a matter of hours, but I still didn't feel in perdition with my new and attractive husband.

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