The Devil Wears Saint Laurent (h.s.)

chapter three

Charlotte's POV
After that incident with Harry, I just rescheduled his fitting from 3 PM to 6 PM. It pained me to give in, but I was too exhausted to argue with this English brat. He was obviously born rich and always got what he wanted, I hated people like that. I remember growing up and if my parents said no, there was no argument. I stayed silent and dealt with whatever. My parents immigrated from Colombia, they wanted everything I earned to be from working for it. Harry probably pouted his lips and got everything handed to him.

At 4:30, Evan took me out to eat at his brother's fancy bistro. It was on the upper east side and I was always intimidated being in that area. I made sure to look the role of a wealthy, sophisticated, woman. I wore a burgundy chiffon dress with lace trim, a cream peacoat, and black mary janes. Evan's family was pretty wealthy, but him and his brothers worked for their money. Evan was a stock broker, his older brother was a well known chef, and his eldest brother was a lawyer.

"Wow, my brother did a real nice job with this place. Don't yout think?" Evan asks and I nod. This place was really beautiful. It wasn't over the top, but chic enough to let you know the food here is worth the money.

We walked up to the hostess, "Evan Reinken and his date." he says to the hostess. She leads us to a special reserved table. We sit down and Evan pulls out my chair for me and takes off my coat, such a gentleman.

"The chef will meet you in short moment." She tells us and we thank her. I look around the amazing bistro to take in the atmosphere, until a head of brown waves catches the corner of my eye. I look over and see Harry sitting with a familiar blonde, it's Abbey Lee Kershaw, a model and she's beautiful. Her photos in my monthly Victoria's Secret catalogs constantly makes me cringe at myself.

"So that's why he wanted to cancel his fitting?" I scoff.

"Charli." Evan snaps me out of my stare, "What are you looking at?"

I shake my head, "The model I work for is here, on a date."

He shrugs, "Why do you sound annoyed?" He questions worryingly.

"He was supposed to be at a fitting. He threw this big fit to have it canceled, for a date? He's got to be kidding."

"I don't know, sounds romantic to me." Evan comments, making me want to punch him.

His brother, Patrick shows up and greets us. He offers us any food, it's is on the house. I ordered the chicken picatta and a shirley temple. I can't help, but stare at Harry and Abbey. Did he really make me reschedule for a date? It annoyed me immensely.

I stabbed and picked at my food. I suddenly loss the will to finish this food, even though I was starving. I really wanted something sweet.

"Charli hey." Evan caught my attention, "You want to take this to go?" He asks and I nod quickly. He calls over the waiter and he wraps up everything that was left on my plate. "Would you like the check sir?" The waiter asks.

I interrupt Evan about to say yes, "Actually, I kind of want dessert."

Evan agrees and asks what the desserts are, "We have classic New York cheesecake topped with strawberries, creme brulee, angel cake, and tiramisu."

"Can I have the new york cheesecake?" I ask and he nods.

"Certainly, we'll bring it out in a few." He smiles and walks away.

"I really have to pee." I admit and Evan points to where the bathrooms are, "No way! I don't want Harry to see me."

Evan lets out an annoyed sigh, "He looks too busy with his date anyway."