Chapter 14: In a heartbeat.
Charity stood in the middle of luxury, in nothing but the large shirt she wore and her flip-flops never had she felt so out of place in her life. "Are you sure it is really okay for me to be here?" she asked the driver as he held the door open for her to enter the most expensive store in the city.
"Mr. Moretti has ordered it" he stated plainly and she nodded, repeating the name in her head, again and again, that was his name. Mr. Moretti, that sounded foreign she thought. Even the driver sounded foreign he had a distinct french accent that made her internally smile when he said anything with 'r'. She always loved the way the french pronounced their 'r's
"Wait, wait aren't you coming in with me?" she asked when he remained in was a place, just standing there as she walked into the store.
"Going in with you was not part of my orders," he said bluntly and Charis stared at him her mouth hanging open, what?
She threw her hands in the air and huffed, "well I am not going in there alone., it already bad that they would be able to smell my kind coming from so far away but here I am as well wearing pajamas!"
He remained in his ramrod position, without looking he said, "it wasn't a problem leaving your house like that this morning though" with a change of expression he just sassed at her! Oh ho ho, this guy was good!
"Pardon? One does not usually care about such things when one is running to save their necks!" She retorted and he glanced at her from the corner of his eyes.
"You are afraid of walking in they because you fear how they will treat you yet earlier this morning you barely escaped for your life with the hair on your-" he stretched his head to glance at her behind, "impressive"
"What?"
"-with the hair on your impressive tush and you are afraid of the opinions of some mean women that can't and will never survive if they were in your situation?" He said plainly and Charity's lips tugged at the ends.
"What is your name? Mr. Macaroon?" She said with a giggle as she mimicked the 'r'. He didn't laugh at the joke, giving her that look from the side of his eyes only this time with his nose in the air he replied.
"Remy, call me Remy, now go we haven't got all day!" He exclaimed urging her along and into the store and just as she expected the ladies gave her hell at first until she met her stylist. Yes, she had a stylist, apparently, Mr. Moretti had hired one and the most surprising thing yet was that Charity knew who this woman was. Celebrity stylist Allison Feathers, who exactly was this man that... wait, anyone one can do what they want with the money. Ah was money good, Charity sighed as she walked to a private lounge with Allison.
"If you just take your seat, or wait let's get you dressed first, you won't be taken seriously anywhere we go if you keep wearing..." her eyes scanned Charity as she stood before her "-that."
Shame, she felt so much shame, why has this become such a big issue now? "okay?"
"Do you have anything in mind?" Allison asked and Charity's eyes scanned the room, she didn't know this but Allison was testing to see how she paired clothes with one another, not for anything more than just wanting to know her tastes but charity's eye surprised her.
A short slit plaid skirt with a white long sleeve dress shirt that she folded up and tucked in, long stockings that stopped just underneath the skirt, and white heeled sandals. Her red mane had been pulled up into a ponytail and as she walked out she casually picked out a satin scarf to tie around her neck. "How do I look?"
"tell me the truth you saw this combination in a magazine right?" Allison asked, admiring her view.
Charity gave her a blank stare "you don't like it? I was also thinking pants? Since we will be heading around other stores and the heels are a mistake aren't they, I can go chang-"
"No! What you have on is perfect, absolutely perfect," Allison said and Charity gave her such a big smile, "oh great because I really like the combination. But are sure it is okay to just buy these clothes? This outfit alone costs like seven thousand dollars."
"I want you to leave all your inhibitions with those awful pajamas you wore, with what I just saw you have been looking into boutiques like this always looking in from outside, now you are inside just go for it. I mean when will you have such an opportunity again?"
A FEW STORES AND A LOT OF CLOTHES LATER
"Gosh, your body is a dream! And is that hair real? It is really that red?" Allison asked Charity as she got fitted for the hundredth dress.
"Thanks a lot, I do a lot of work" Charity smiled, "and unfortunately yes it is this red, I look like the Disney princess from brave."
"I think it fits you and stops exaggerating, it's not nearly as wild" Allison laughed, "besides it adds an interesting contrast to your bronzed skin, it's pretty."
"Don't lie to me, anyone would prefer different" she pouted and Allison gave a clear solution.
"Then dye it, we still have time before this evening and Mr. Moretti's card had no limit." She said and Charity's eyes widened, she looked at herself in the mirror and saw only that red.
She liked to think she was pretty, but no one ever looked at her and saw past her hair, it was just too red. Her sister was always considered the prettier one but Charity knew she looked more like her sister than people cared to see. She hated her red hair, but her parents never stopped telling her how God created her in his image and likeness and how she was wonderfully and marvelously made. Those verses didn't stop the bullying in any way, truly she felt her parents should have told the bullies themself, she could not remember the incident where she made the grave mistake of reciting that verse to the girls that tortured her in the bathroom without shuddering.
"I don't know any good stores" Charity stated.
"Don't worry, I'll take you are you sure that you really want to do this?"
"Are you kidding me? In a heartbeat."
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