Holliewood (Completed)

chapter nineteen

It had been a couple of days since our radio interview and our stay in London was slowly drawing to an end. All we had left was our club appearance tonight then we'd be off to Malta - which I was very much looking forward to.

Raymond and I had decided to take the streets of London to do some shopping. We had entered the Versace store to look around and that had resulted in the store closing its doors to other customers.

Outside the windows of the store, a swarm of people gathered, raising their phones to capture photos through the glass. Among them, the paparazzi extended their cameras, attempting to capture our attention while making hand gestures. I briefly caught sight of them, acknowledging their presence with a few glances and responding with a friendly wave and a smile.

I strolled beside the wall of handbags, occasionally sipping from my champagne glass, while Raymond perused the men's clothing section. He engaged in conversation with a white sales associate, who was helping him select something for the evening.

"Do you have this in a Medium?" I heard him ask.

"Let me go check in the back for you, sir," the lady responded before I heard her heels as she walked to go check for him.

"Preciate it," he responded.

I picked up a handbag I found interest in and evaluated how it looked. I wasn't sure if I wanted it or not. Maybe the size was too big. It was different from the bags I usually bought - I was more of a neutral colours type of girl, but the lilac purple looked good.

"You like it?" I heard Raymond ask from behind me.

"I'm not quite sure," I responded still keeping my eye glued to it.

"I think it looks nice. It would suit you," he suggested.

I lifted my eyes to him as he was already looking through more shirts on display. His bejewelled fingers played in his goatee. I wasn't sure if he said it absentmindedly or not.

"You really think so?" I asked.

"Yeah, for sure," he turned to me again and his eyes were serious

I turned back to the bag, putting it down. Maybe another bag would interest me - hopefully a black one. I don't know, black just went with everything.

I continued looking at the wall of bags and many of them had the signature Versace gold detailing. There were too many bags that it made it hard for me to choose. Granted I could get as many as I wanted, but did I need that much?

I didn't care how much money I had - I took my financial decisions seriously.

The sales associate came back onto the floor, "We have it in your size. Would you like to try it on, sir?"

My back was turned to the both of them with my eyes still on the items before me.

"No, thank you. Just pack it for me, I'll be purchasing it. Can I get that too?" I heard him ask.

"Okay," she responded. Again, I heard her heels click.

I was definitely not going to make a decision, so I walked away from the handbags, moving to look at the women's shoes. Maybe what I needed was a new pair of heels for my dress.