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We’ve spent two days walking around the city and shopping. Any other day, I would love to sit and watch her parade in tiny dresses in front of me, but now I had somewhere to be.
“Just a second.” She opened the door and I gulped. The golden nightgown she had on was devilishly hot. “I just had to try this one. What do you think?”
“Do they have other colors?”
“Black and red, I think.”
“Buy them all. Two of each.” I couldn’t wait to peal those scraps of satin off and fuck her stupid. “We need to go,Tesoro. I have to be somewhere. You can buy whatever else you need when we’re back in Palermo.”
After going through every store and boutique Paris had to offer, she finally had some of the things she needed. I had to send most of the luggage back home separately because they were too heavy. She got perfumes, and face creams, and a hundred more things she didn’t need, but I was happy to spoil her.
“What’s so urgent?” She looked at me over her shoulder while slipping back in her dress. “Business meeting?”
“I wouldn’t do business on our honeymoon, Grazi. I want to take you somewhere.”
“Sasa,” she nested at my chest and hugged me, “you’ve done enough for me.”
“One more thing. I’ll go pay while you get your sandals on.”
I picked out the nightgown and asked the clerk to find me the other colors before going to the register. The girl behind the counter took my card with a smile on her face.
“Your girlfriend is a lucky girl.”
“Wife.” I corrected her proudly. “She’s my wife.”
“Oh,” The cashier bit her lip, “so no chance of you coming to this store when you’re single.” Only after she said that did I notice the way her eyes were sliding up and down my arms.
“Not a chance in hell.”
I took the shopping bag and walked away before Grazi could figure out what was going on. We didn’t have time for her to throw a tantrum.
Our driver took the shopping bags and threw them on top of the others while Grazia and I climbed into our seats in the back of the limo. She rested her head on my shoulder with her eyes out the window and didn’t say a word. The tiredness of the past few days was starting to settle in. That was my fault for keeping her awake all night.
We drove past Palace de la Concorde and the Louvre, all the way to the eleventh district, and the limo came to a stop when we got to Rue de Lyon.
“We’re here, Grazi.”
I got out first and helped her follow.
“What are we looking for?”
“That.” I pointed to the impressive building with gold decorations that I was sure she was familiar with.
“The national opera?” She giggled. “It’s not opened yet, Sasa. The shows start in the fall.”
“I know, but I had something else in mind.”
“Like what?”
“A tour?”
“A tour of the opera?”
“Yes.” I took her hand and walked up the stairs, through one of the arches guarding the façade. There was an older man dressed in a black suit waiting for us there.
“Mr. Fiori?” He asked when he saw us approaching.
“That’s me. You are Mr. Glossier?”
