Chapter 18: A musky scent
Amelie wandered through the opulent boutique, her fingers grazing the delicate fabrics of the extravagant gowns displayed on mannequins.
The shimmering embroidery and intricate beadwork caught her eye, finding each dress more exquisite than the last.
She let out a quiet sigh, taking in the grandeur of the shop, when a hushed conversation drifted to her ears.
Turning slightly, she found Gabriel seated on a plush lounge chair, one leg casually crossed over the other. A crystal glass filled with alcohol rested in his hand. He swirled the drink slowly, watching her with a gaze that was both observant and penetrating.
"They’ll take your measurements," he said. "I think a completely new dress should be designed for you, one that stands out from the rest." His violet eyes gleamed as he took a slow sip, his gaze never leaving her.
Amelie knew better than to argue. It would be a waste of breath. Instead, she followed the seamstress into the fitting room, where her measurements were taken. When asked about the design, she hesitated. She had no particular vision in mind, except for one request.
"It should cover the chest," she said after a pause. "Preferably up to the neck."
"That won’t do," came Gabriel’s low, velvety voice from behind.
Amelie startled, her breath hitching in surprise. Before she could turn, a warm hand draped lightly over her shoulder.
He leaned in, his voice near her ear as he began describing the ideal silhouette for her, speaking with such knowledge that made her muse, ’Has he majored in design rather than the business?’ She almost laughed at the thought but quickly shook her head.
’Rich people only get into business,’ she mused.