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He huffs. “Try. That’s the keyword.”
“I’m not conservative, but I’d like to be warm,” I yell over the closed door.
“I like her,” he yells back. I’m sure jabbing Addie.
When I walk out I already have goose bumps blanketing me. “This isn’t going to work.”
His grin grows. “Gorgeous, this was to get an idea of your body. You had too many layers on. And you have an amazing figure.”
“Why didn’t you just ask?” I unzip the dress and step out of it, baring my body. Thank goodness I wore cute panties.
Addie gasps, covering her eyes. Roberto claps once. “I really like this girl. Are you a model?” he asks, ushering me into the room, handing me the next outfit.
I furrow my brows. “No. Why?”
“Just a guess. You’re very confident in your body. And you could be.”
“She’s French,” Addie adds, still covering her eyes.
“Ah, yes. The beautiful French. It all makes sense now,” he replies, shutting the door.
Roberto has one rule for winter outfits. Either you show off your legs or breasts. I chose legs. But he helped with that, too.
The outfit is definitely sexy.
“I just booked your next stop.” Addison and I stare at Roberto, confused. “If I know Addison, she didn’t book you an appointment for hair and makeup.”
“Roberto, thank you, but that’s not nec—”
“It is,” he interrupts, holding his hand to his heart as if I’m disappointing him if we don’t go. “You’re naturally gorgeous, so their work will be easy.”
Addie sighs. “There’s no sense arguing with the stubborn. Let’s go get our hair done.”
“And makeup,” Roberto yells, as we step out the front door.
“He was fun,” I say, sarcastically.
“Him and my best friend always gang up on me. But he knows what he’s doing. He makes me beautiful in everything he’s dressed me in. And you’re drop-dead gorgeous in that outfit.”
As we walk to the salon, we talk about my home again.
“So, does your mom and dad both live in Bora Bora, too?”
Once upon a time. “Just my dad. My mom left when I was a baby. I think she’s living in the US. Well, maybe?” My voice is heavy with uncertainty.
“Have you ever considered trying to search for her?”
“All the time,” I answer truthfully. One reason I wanted to come here after I graduated college was to see if I could find her. “Except, she might be here or in France.”
“I could try to look her up.”
My feet freeze in the snow as I suck in a heavy breath of frigid air. Someone slams into me.
“Oh, I’m sor—”
“Don’t fucking stop walking in the middle of the sidewalk,” the guy spits out in a heavy New York accent as he walks around me. My face burns with embarrassment and I step close to the red brick building, out of everyone’s way.
“She said sorry, asshole,” Addie yells out to him. He sticks his middle finger in the air without turning back. “Screw him,” she waves him off, stepping next to me. “Some people are unhappy human beings. So, what do you think?”
