“I will never understand how you walk in heels.” Serge responded with a shake of his head. Girls fashion was always crazy when it came to the styles. He was always a fan of the classic classy look instead of the short shorts and little tops that over cover the nipple that most women were convinced to wear. Now-a-days it was rare to find the classy elegant type of woman in this world but, you know; a man can hope.

By the time she began her ramble about who he would assign to her instead, he was going through the jewelry. He would need to find something that stood out for the right reasons. Blue gaze scanning the display counters as she went on and on about giving someone who wasn’t being good. 

“Quiet.” He said in a slightly stern tone as he grabbed a necklace and bracelet set. “You’re making excuses for something you don’t want to do when you know deep down it will benefit you.” He returned to her, in an attempt to keep their conversation private from the prying ears of the store clerks who seemed to be oozing over the two of them for some awkward unknown reason.

“Listen Ms. Baker,” He said as he took her left hand and gently clasped the bracelet onto her wrist, “You know this is the best way to get your name out there. An internship could be awaiting you at this event, a chance to gain connections without using your father’s name and you’d have the opportunity to support your father without anyone knowing who you are. So you mean to tell me…” He turned her around, facing the full length mirror as he draped [url=https://img1.etsystatic.com/100/0/11677808/il_340x270.833137631_2icu.jpg]the necklace[/url] around her neck and latched the clasp in the back after lifting her hair. “The woman who can work two shifts in a row, go to school without a dime to her name and still makes it a point to run a 5K a day is scared of a party.” He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “I do not believe you.” 

Ignoring the squeals of either excitement or envy from the other end of the room he leaned away from her and stepped back admiring her reflection in the mirror. “And to answer your question, you look beautiful from this morning until now. This is just a different form of your beauty.” So that there was more coos of either excitement or envy from the women in the corner as he gave Lucia’s reflection a tender smile. “Make sure the bag is on your right so you balance out nicely and I think we’re done.” He then tilted his head to one side, his blue eyes hazing over with a sense of honesty as he asked her a final question. “Do you need anything before we leave?”