Page 68 of Unwrapping Romance

“I’m looking for a handbag.”

“Very nice. Follow me.”

I looked at the handbags sitting on the shelves. One caught my eye, and I asked to see it. Putting it over my shoulder, I stared at it in the mirror.

“How does this look?” I asked Becca as she held Ellie’s hand.

“I love it.”

“Me too. It’s perfect. How much is this one?” I asked the sales associate.

“$4,700. We also have the matching wallet if you’d like to see it.”

“Of course.” I grinned.

He pulled the wallet out and handed it to me—a zip-around that perfectly matched the purse.

“How much is this?” I asked.

“That one is $1,200.”

“I’ll take it.” I handed him Jack’s credit card.

“Can I see some I.D.?” he asked.

Pulling my I.D. from my purse, I handed it to him.

“I’m sorry, miss, but I can’t accept this card.”

“Sure you can. It’s my boss’s card, which he gave me to go shopping.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t.”

Sighing, I pulled my phone out and dialed Jack.

“Sierra? Is everything okay?”

“I need you to speak with someone, Jack.” I handed the phone to the sales associate.

“Hello, this is Thomas at the Louis Vuitton store. The woman in front of me handed me your credit card for a handbag and wallet she wants to purchase. Unfortunately, I can’t accept itwithout your permission, sir. With tax, the total is $6,136. He wants to speak to you.” He handed me my phone.

“Yes?”

“Really, Sierra? I told you to buy a nice sweater or something, not a Louis Vuitton handbag and wallet!”

“Really, Jack? Do you have any idea what I went through in that toy store? The swarms of mothers pushing me out of the way to get to the toys they wanted? The chaos, the hell, and standing in line for over forty-five minutes to check out? The screaming kids, the shoving?—”

“Sierra, stop. Hand the phone back to Thomas.”

I handed Thomas my phone.

“Very well, sir. Thank you.”

Thomas handed me back my phone, and I noticed Jack had hung up. He swiped the credit card and boxed up my handbag and wallet.

“Thank you for shopping with us. Have a nice day.” A bright smile crossed his lips as he handed me the oversized bag.

“I want to go home,” Ellie whined. “I’m tired.”

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