Last Kiss in Paris

*Chapter 7 - This Time a Goddess Walks Into Chanel

Suggested Song: Beautiful by Bazzi ft. Camila Cabello

Hey
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful angel
Love your imperfections every angle
Tomorrow comes and goes before you know
So I just had to let you know

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The hammering rain was muffled, and Amrisha did not feel cold or wet anymore. It was wonderfully warm, like her bed. There was a pleasant scent of cinnamon and vanilla in the air, which was strange. As she opened her eyes, Amrisha realised she was not in the rain anymore. Soft ambient light filled the room, along with tinkling French music. Rain... With a realisation that hit her like the hail had, she sat up abruptly. Her head was throbbing with pain and she groaned. She put up a hand to her head and felt a cloth bandage on her forehead, gasping as fresh pain shot through her wound.

Madame Choux came bustling up to her. "Thank goodness, you're awake now," she said. Amrisha glanced around. She was lying on a fancy, plush violet sofa. On other sofas surrounding the coffee table - which now had a first aid kit open on it - were Alexander, Luc, and an 8B girl called Aliza. They all seemed shaken, each sporting small bandages, but seemed alright. Aliza and Luc both had one on their cheek and Alexander was sitting up with his bandaged ankle propped on a cushion.

"What happened?" Amrisha asked.

"You all were injured after the glass shattered," Madame Choux explained, "so the bus pulled into this undercover shopping square. It's still raining heavily, so we can't get you guys back to the hotel yet." Amrisha glanced around, and saw the black and white posters hanging on the walls, as well as the many logos branded on the expensive handbags. This was a Chanel store. Suddenly, a door to their right opened and two uniformed young French girls stepped out, holding some garments. "Your coats are all dried," the first said to Madame Choux. They gave the kids' now dried jackets and shoes to Choux, before bowing and exiting. Madame Choux handed back their clothes to the four kids, who seemed stunned by this service.

"It's the best Chanel store in all of Europe," she said. "And my cousin is senior manager."

Impressed, the kids put their jackets and shoes back on, just as Davis, Ashton and Jazz rushed into their area. "Aliza!" They rushed forwards and all engulfed Aliza in a group hug.

"Careful!" Madame Choux shouted as Aliza disappeared within them. "You may all go get lunch now," Choux continued. "But be back within an hour!" Davis immediately grabbed Aliza's wrist, pulling her off the sofa, and the group paraded towards the entrance without a backwards glance at the other three.

"Let's go find the others," Luc said, standing up as well.

"What about Alexander?" Amrisha asked. As if on cue, the two French Chanel girls came back through their door, pushing a wheelchair along with them. Luc and Amrisha helped Alexander into the chair, and together the group headed towards the entrance. Along the way, Amrisha stared at the vast array of dresses, high-end makeup products and many displays of jewellery and handbags in class cabinets. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, filling the atmosphere with a nostalgic warm light. Every so often Amrisha, Luc and Alexander were stopped by more young French attendants proffering samples and displaying expensive items.

As they exited the store, the sound of rain intensified as they stepped into an undercover square. The ceiling was made of glass and revealed the still dreary grey sky. The hail had gone, but rain was still pounding powerfully over the glass roof overhead. Encircling this square were many different shops, most of which seemed to be designer stores. Suddenly, there was a series of squeals as Sophie, Mel and Saige ran to Amrisha and the others, followed by Alek, Sadipoh and Buvhi. "Amrisha! Are you alright!?" Sophie half shouted. "And oh my god, Lukey!" Immediately she flung her arms around Luc's neck as he flushed, contrasting heavily with the colour of the bandage on his cheek. The rest of the group exchanged smirked at each other.