Our Ana | Kate & Ana & Christian

Chapter 10

Ana's Pov;

Kate and I rifle through the walk-in closet while Christian is away in his study responding to emails and returning phone calls. The closet is absolutely filled to the brim with brand new clothes, shoes, and handbags. It's every woman's dream closet. Kate can't contain her excitement as she sifts through the racks and I gasp in disbelief at what we find. Past all the more casual everyday clothes there's a section of dresses all with the price tags still attached. There's long evening gowns, cocktail dresses, and a few more casual but still ostentatious options. The dress selection alone must have cost more than the contents of my bank account and that's including the check for my car that has yet to clear. "Holy Fuck." My eyes bug out of my head when I check the price tag on a silver full length evening dress. It's nearly three thousand dollars. Three thousand dollars for a dress. I think my brain is going to explode. "At least the rich fucker has good taste." Kate mutters, when I flash her the price tag. "His personal shopper does." I correct, knowing Christian assigns someone else to the job of purchasing clothes for all his subs or prospective subs. "I can't believe he bought all of this new..." She gestures at our surroundings. "For you. Without you even asking for any of it. It's insane." Oh, if she even knew the half of it. "Insane doesn't even begin to cover it. He's completely nuts." I bury my face in my hands, exasperated. I have no idea what to make of this man. "Something tells me you're not just upset by the expensive clothes." Kate points out, placing a hand on my arm. I remove my hands from my face to look at her. "The crazy ex-girlfriends don't help his case much either." There's so much madness sounding this man. Sometimes I wonder if it'll ever end. "Did something new happen with Leila?" She asks, her concern for both my safety and sanity clear in her eyes. "No, not that I know of. I met another one. Mrs. Robinson." Kate arches a brow at my nickname. "An older woman? Really?" I nod in confirmation. "Yep and she's beautiful, absolutely stunning, and clearly obsessed with him." I exhale loudly. "What am I going to do?" I groan, thinking of his Mrs. Robinson with her hands all over him. "You're going to continue being your perfect and far more beautiful than some old bitch self and if Christian doesn't think that's good enough then he'll be dealing with a serious ass kicking from me." I laugh. Kate kicking Christian's ass is a visual I'll never be able to get out of my mind. Christian appears without making a sound in the doorway. "There you are. I thought I might find you in here. How's the dress picking coming along?" He asks, glancing between Kate and I. "It's going." I respond, with a shrug. "You'll have to make your decision later if you haven't already. Franco's here." Oh right, my haircut. "Kate, Franco can do something with your hair too if you'd like." Christian very generously offers. "Thanks, I'd love that Christian." She politely accepts his offer and follows with Christian and I as we go to meet Franco. He is small, dark-haired, and very very gay. I fall in love with him at first sight. "Such beautiful hair, Anastasia. Christian tells me you want it cut?" He gushes over my hair with enthusiasm and a unauthentic sounding Italian accent."Yes, please." I smile brightly in his direction, happy with Christians choice in my hair dresser. His giddy demeanor is infectious. I follow him and Christian into the bathroom along with Kate. "I'll leave you to it." Christian mutters, quickly bringing us a chair, then exiting to give me and Franco some space to reinvent my usual hairstyle. Kate watches from the doorway as Franco combs his fingers through my long strands. "Bellissima!" He exclaims, studying my reflection in the mirror. "What shall we do with you beautiful, Anastasia?" Franco asks, making me blush at his parade of compliments. "I'd just like a small trim and then maybe put it up for the ball this evening?" I say, a little unsure of myself. Is an up-do a good idea for tonight? I believe Christian prefers it to be down and lose, when it's not braided in the red room that is. Kate smiles reassuringly in the mirror and I grin back. "Yes. I think that'll be perfect." I say, this time with much more confidence. "Excellent choice, Anastasia." Franco then begins to work his magic on my hair. When he's finished and I'm happy with the results, I exit the room to go see Christian while Kate takes her turn with Franco. When I locate Christian he's sitting on the couch working on some paper work while classical music fills the great room. He looks up at the sound of my entry and smiles. "You look lovely, Anastasia." He says, pleased with Francos work. "Thanks. You don't look too bad yourself." I tease, with a wink. "I'm gonna go get ready." I say, still lingering in the room. "Okay. I will too once I finish this up. I can't wait to see how you'll look when you're done." I could say the same for you Mr.Grey. He always looks stunning in a suit and tie.