Just a Hair Stylist - Chris Evans story \\✔️

Chapter forty-eight

You didn't rush through your meals, but you were mindful of the time. To get to Harrods, shop, try on outfits, and get back to the hotel in time for the premier events to begin, you didn't have a lot of time to dilly dally. Chris was a little caught off guard, surprised when you went over to tell him that you were leaving to go shopping with Elizabeth and Alicia. He barely recovered quickly enough, puckering a kiss at your cheek when you dotted one to his, before hurrying to catch up to Liz on her way to the door.

"Oh, okay," he stammered, looking a little confused. "Uh, have fun."

You waved your goodbyes, as Alicia grabbed her purse from the back of Joe's chair. On the ride down the elevator, the three of you started talking about clothes, trying to come up with some ideas for what you might be looking for in a new dress. Downstairs, a car was waiting. Liz had used one of the phones in Downey's apartment to call down to the front desk and inquire about a taxi. Turns out the hotel concierge was as helpful with travel assistance as they were polite. Waiting for you at the curb was the hotel's Bentley and driver.

It didn't seem to faze Elizabeth, but you and Alicia stuttered for a step and giggled, clutching each other's arms in stifled giddiness. The suited chauffeur shut the door behind you and Elizabeth asked him to take you to Harrods, in case he didn't already know. You stretched out your legs in the spacious backseat, tilting your head to take in the view from the large sunroof above. Damn. This is a noice car. Beside you, Alicia's grin told you she was just as wowed by the experience in the luxury automobile.

Alicia nudged your arm, looking at her phone in her hand, quietly telling you, "The car has wifi."

You glanced between her and her phone, seeing her point out the signal while she skimmed through the Harrods website. "Are you kidding?" you whispered back.

Pressing her lips together, in a tight smile, Alicia nodded. "The car."

Snickering, you shook your head. At least you weren't the only one surprised by the some of the seemingly extravagant things happening on this trip. 

"This is literally the nicest car ride I will ever have in my life," you decided. 

"And you're, basically, just going to the mall," Alicia laughed.

"I know, right?" you laughed.

"It's a bit much?" Liz wondered, with a small wrinkle in her brow. "They said they had a car we could use, instead of calling a cab."

"It's fine," you assured her. "It's just..." You waved a hand around. "Not really used to...all...of this." You made a small gesture toward Liz, adding, with a giggle, "Probably not you, though."

"It is weird," Elizabeth thoughtfully nodded. "Now and then, I still stop and think, 'wow'. I mean, this is not normal!" She laughed. "Even for me, considering, you know, my sisters and all. But it can be loads of fun."

"This is definitely in the 'fun' category," Alicia decided and you all giggled.

Pulling up to Harrods, you knew it was a large store, but- Holy shit. Your inner monologue probably wouldn't have been too out of place. Beside you, Alicia beamed with anticipation, when you both looked up the facade of the multistory building out the top of the sunroof. With words of thanks for the driver from you all, Liz had the car door open before he even had a chance to try and do it for you. Maybe she was excited, too, or maybe it was just a time saver and a way to draw less attention. Either way, she'd been there before and waved you along, telling you and Alicia to follow her.

You were glad to have Elizabeth as a guide. The place was massive. So many floors. So many stores. One look around and you regretted not hiring a Sherpa and a pair of mules to help you navigate every window display that caught your eye and carry all the trinkets that tugged at your wallet. But you had a mission. Stay focused.