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We had already entered the shop and for the first time I actually looked around and I was stunned. There were dresses displayed everywhere, and in every color, length, and style one could possibly imagine.
The store was in a high-rise building overlooking the 5th Avenue. The ceilings were tall and there were huge chandeliers lighting the space up.
My staring got interrupted when an older woman came in our direction, a huge smile plastered to her face.
“Clarissa, my dear, how nice to see you and Mr Hunter, I haven’t seen you in so long. We have been missing you, there is so much we need to catch up on and- Who are you?”, she stopped herself and turned in my direction.
The critical way she observed my clothes made me flush. Maybe I really should have put on something else.
“Allison Jacobs. She is a friend of our family.”, Clary introduced me, and I nodded.
“Yes, nice to meet you.”, I said, and the woman smiled again, but didn’t pay me any further attention.
“Very well, what can I do for you and- John! John, come here.”, she suddenly said to a young man that was walking past us. John turned around and gave all of us a polite smile, but he didn’t seem very happy. He looked as if he would prefer to be anywhere but here, which I could understand. I didn’t feel anymore at ease here than he did.
I would have preferred a small, local book shop over this anytime.
“John, why don’t you take all the stuff from Mr Hunter and take them downstairs. Call the driver and make sure all the things get dropped off at-”, she turned to Clarissa, “your apartment I assume?”
Clary nodded and smiled at John.
“Yes, that would be great, thank you.”, she said, and John nodded back at her and wanted to respond but the woman cut him off and his ears turned red a little.
I felt really sorry for him.
“And after that, John, get a bottle of Champagne and a few glasses for our guests. Go, hurry!”, she said and even though she was smiling her voice had a harsh undertone.
John took all the bags and boxes from Derek and rushed away.
The woman laughed synthetically.
“I am so sorry. My nephew isn’t really used to being around important people. He was probably just nervous; he doesn’t have any experience yet.”
I hadn’t noticed that he had done anything wrong. It was quite the contrary, because I would have much rather had him as my company than his aunt.
Clary cleared her throat.
“Ally and I need a dress for the gala next weekend. I know we are a little late, but I hope we can still find something.”, she said, and the woman smiled again.
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