She's back ~ L. Hamilton

57. | Dress shopping

"Lewis for the last time, I'm not being seen with you in public!"

"Well I know that, but don't you think this is a little bit of overkill? You look like La Muerte from the book of life"

"I don't know who that is, but I'm taking it as a compliment"

It was the day after I'd won the first round. Tomorrow I'd play the in second round. Which meant today was a complete rest day.

It also meant Lewis took it as his opportunity to cash in on our bet from a few days ago. The one where he gets to pick the outfit I wear to the F1 charity ball in a couple of days.

As much as I despised this whole arrangement. I wasn't one to back out of a bet. A bet is a bet. Just like if he'd lost, I'd have expected for him to keep up with his end of the deal.

However. In him picking out my dress, it means we need to go out shopping for a dress.

Together.

In public.

Which is absolutely not happening - atleast not without a little disguise.

I was dressed in a matching jumper and sweatpants, both were grey and slightly oversized. I'd also gotten a scarf and wrapped it around my head, tying it under my chin. Lastly I'd dug up a sun hat I'd brought with me in hopes there would be enough sun to need it. I've been unsuccessful so far.

Maybe my hat was a little big...but it's better to be safe than sorry.

"Where did you even get that kind of hat?"

"Daniel bought it for me"

"Bought it or won it?"

"Well excuse me my fashion impaired friend, but I'm here to tell you that hats are back"

"And this time they've ganged up to form one giant super hat"

"That man has a camera!" I whisper yelled, pointing at a man as I dived behind a pillar

"He's taking a photo of the sign post Delaney - and his top says, I love Paris, he's a tourist, not a photographer"

"Oh" I mumbled, standing up and stepping out from behind the pillar

We were in the heart of Paris. Lewis had done some research and found the best boutique for us to go to, which just so happened to be right in the middle of the city.

A city that was absolutely packed with people.

A city that was mainly packed with tennis fans that had traveled to watch the French Open, fans that no doubt would recognise me easily - if it wasn't for my amazing disguise.

Lewis walked a step ahead of me, it reminded me faintly of how my bodyguard would walk around with me, i couldn't help but smile at the thought.

He led me through the high class streets of Paris. The streets really were gorgeous, they were beautiful and old and full of old designs.

We're walking in silence until he pauses and turns to face a store. I surprise even myself when he brings his hand and gently rests it on my back as we turn off the street and into the store.

Nope.

I am not attracted to him.

'Thou shall not find your brothers enemy attractive' has become my new mantra recently, and with him constantly showing up I've been using it more than i intended.

The shop wasn't busy, but it also wasn't quiet either. But it was big enough that it didn't seam crowded.

"Let me find Louise, she'll help you" he says before leaving me standing at the entrance.