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“Holy shit,” Polly whispers as we come down to the lobby and see all the paparazzi gathered around the front of the Ritz. “What’s going on?”
“It’s fashion week,” I remind her. “They’re hoping to catch glimpses of celebrities.”
“Well, I’m about to disappoint them,” she replies as we walk outside.
The shutters immediately start to go off, and someone calls out to me.
“Mr. Wild, can you pose for us, please?”
I shake my head as security flanks us, and we set off down the block, over to the Chanel store.
“This is insane,” Polly breathes. “I know I keep using that word, and it could get annoying, but I don’t have any other words for it. We’re going to the original store?”
“Yep, the one on Rue Cambon.”
“I might cry,” she says and squeezes my hand, practically skipping with her excitement. “You’ve been warned.”
“So noted.” I lift her hand to my lips as we walk into the store. We’re immediately greeted by the sales associate that’s been assigned to us and shown into a room upstairs where we can shop privately.
“It’s such a pleasure to meet you. I am Stephan, and I’ll be with you today.” She smiles at Polly. “What is it that you would like to see?”
“Clothes,” Polly says immediately. “Particularly dresses. I have shows and dinners and maybe a party or two to go to while I’m here, and I’d like to dress mainly in Chanel, if possible.”
“I’m quite sure we can make that happen,” Stephan says with a wink. “You can leave your things in here—it’s secure—and come with me. We’ll pick some items out for you to try on, and I have some things in the back that I think will be beautiful that I’ll pull for you.”
Polly turns to me, all smiles and practically glowing. “She has things in the back.”
I laugh, happy that my girl is having fun, and I hang back, watching as Polly and Stephan discuss clothing and the colors that Polly’s interested in. Before I know it, we’re back in our private room with champagne on hand, and Polly’s in the dressing room, changing.
By the time we leave, she’s bought three dresses, a coat, two bags, and three pairs of shoes. The color is high in her cheeks when we walk out of the boutique; all of her packages were sent ahead to the hotel, where they’ll be waiting for us.
“Okay, that was fun,” she says and takes my hand in hers. “That green dress?—”
“Is fucking incredible,” I finish for her. “Now we’re off to Dior.”
“Oh, I think I have plenty?—”
I turn to her, right here on the sidewalk, and kiss the hell out of her, and when I pull back from her, I brush my thumb along her lower lip.
“You’ll have everything you want,” I reply, leaving no room for argument. “London said there is a dress there that suits you.”
“It’s a nice dress,” Polly concedes.
“Then it’s yours. Let’s go.”
Watching her shop, interact with the sales associates, try on things, and get excited about the things that make her happy is like crack to me. I’d buy her everything in the store, if that’s what she wanted.
We make our way through the jewelry stores, where she chooses pieces that are tasteful and beautiful on her, and when we finally make our way back into our suite, all of her finds are waiting on the table in the main sitting room.
“Ryan,” she says as she stands before the small mountain of boxes and bags.
“Yes, babe?”
“This was quite possibly the best day of my life.” She turns to me, and I’m stunned to see tears in her eyes.
“Hey, don’t cry.”
She shakes her head as I scoop her into my arms, sit on the couch, and settle her in my lap. I use my thumb to wipe away the tears running down her cheeks.
