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she
was probably sleeping off whatever alcohol she was able to get her
hands on the night before. I left her a message telling her that I
wasn’t going to make it to do laundry because something had come
up. Then I changed into one of my nicer skirts and blouses, put on
a touch of make-up and swept my hair back in a bun. I didn’t want
to go into a fancy spa or boutique looking the way I do when I do
laundry.
     
    Finally, I called Aiden’s driver. I
apologized to him for letting him go and asking him to come right
back. He laughed and said it was no problem. I would have taken a
cab but I didn’t really have the money to pay one to take me to the
other side of town. The driver must have still been up the street,
because he was there in minutes.
     
    “Where are we headed, Miss?” he asked.
I gave him the address of the boutique and he helped me inside and
as people gawked from the front of the complex, I leaned back into
the plush leather seats and got comfortable. A girl could get used
to all of this. A girl needed to remind herself not to.
     
    When we got to the boutique there was
an older woman with short, pixie-style platinum hair behind the
counter. She was wearing a very nice, expensive looking bohemian
style blue dress and the color of it brought out the bright blue of
her eyes. She was one of those kinds of people whose class and
breeding oozed out her pores. She looked me up and down and with a
neutral look on her face.
     
    “Good afternoon. How can I help
you?”
     
    “Good afternoon. My name is Holly,
Aiden Scott sent me.” It was like watching a transformation in
front of my very eyes. The woman’s face went from neutral to almost
painfully pleasant. She came around the counter and offered me her
hand. I wondered what it would be like for just your name to have
that kind of effect on people. I’d have to guess that’s where a big
dose of his confidence came from.
     
    “I’m Gretchen and it’s a pleasure to
meet you,” she said.
     
    “Hi Gretchen. Like I said, I’m Holly.
Holly Valentine. It’s a pleasure to meet you too.”
     
    Then she insisted I be seated, and I
took a seat in a plush, oversized chair that was arranged with its
twin around a glass and brass coffee table. Gretchen excused
herself and came back moments later with a flute of champagne. I
thanked her and accepted, one glass wouldn’t hurt and I was being
treated today after all.
    “Can I get you anything else?” She seemed so desperate to please me
that I almost felt sorry for her. I’m sure she’s hoping when I see
Aiden I’ll give her rave reviews.
     
    “Water would be nice, thank you,” I
told her. While she went to get that, I glanced around the little
store. There were only two racks of dresses. I found that strange
because when I did shop for myself, which was rarely, I went to
bargain department stores where there was rack after rack of
clothing.
    When she came back with the water she said, “What is your size
Holly? About a two?”
     
    “I think it would be more like a
four,” I told her. “I haven’t bought myself a dress for a while.” I
was significantly well-endowed as well as ample in the bottom area.
She stepped back and looked me over.
     
    “I guess that would be to accommodate
your curves. Very well, Aiden’s told me where you’re going so what
I did was pre-select a few styles and colors for you to look at and
try on. Are you ready to get started?”
     
    “I’m ready,” I told her with a smile.
She showed me the dresses and I picked out three that I liked and
tried them on. I fell in love with one of them instantly and
Gretchen told me she thought I had excellent taste and that I
looked like a princess in it. I know Aiden was paying her
handsomely for her compliments, but it was nice to hear
anyways.
     
    The dress was made by the designer
Carmen Marc Valvo. I had heard his name on TV, but that was as far
as my knowledge of him went. His dress was lovely though. It was a
sleeveless,