Isabella POV
2 pm comes faster than I can imagine and I’m reeling in my seat.
“what is he going to do?”
“Will people be there?” I bit my lip, my heart pounding in my chest, this man showed up out of nowhere and now controls my every thought.
I frown, packing up all I have left for the day, my assistant walks through the door.
“A driver is here for you mam” she explains
“Okay, I’ll be right down, you can go home,” I tell her grabbing my bag and heading outside, I slip into the car again and this time there’s another bottle of champagne and a champagne flute waiting for me.
“Again what’s this man’s plan?” I frown to myself avoiding the drink.
We stop in front of a boutique and I’m led inside by the driver to a woman in a blood-red suit.
“Hello, I’m Sandra and I’ll be your stylist for today” She sends me a smile
“Stylist?” I frown to myself, I’ve been styling myself my whole life, does this mean he agates the way I look? Is he trying to change me?
My frown deepens, I’m marrying a controlling man as I can see, so I want to do this?
She leads me through the boutique, the walls painted white and gold, racks of dresses, and the Ac cooling the air, I notice one thing, the boutique is empty.
I frown turning to her and she guesses my question.
“He reserved the whole building for you mam” She smiles dreamingly like I’m experiencing the most romantic thing on earth, but it just shows how controlling he is.
Before we can take a step further we hear a loud knock on the glass doors, a pale tall woman of 6’2 in height, with short deep black hair that frames her face bright blue eyes, and thin pink lips, her mouth open up to us and Sandra turns to me a panicked look on her face.
“I don’t like shopping alone, anyways, you can let her in” I shrug turning around to check the racks
She nods and pulls the door open, I overhear her explaining everything to her and she nods walking towards me.
“I’m so sorry dear but I needed a dress desperately and this is my favorite boutique” she sends me a smile
She nods, “Absolutely there’s a dress like that in white, I’ll bring it and ring it right up for you” She turns to Grace handing the dress over to her
I shake in my skin, I don’t know why but I don’t like her aura, I turn back around to Sandra and she comes out of the back room with a white dress in hand and shoes in the other.
I pay for everything and head to the car, again the flowers and the gift from this morning are placed there and I remember I didn’t open it.
I sigh to myself, “What did he get me?”
I pull open the wrapper my fingers meeting with a velvety material
I pull open the case my eyes meeting with the most gorgeous pair of diamond tennis necklaces, the diamonds glow in the dark car, with a pair of earrings beneath it as well as a hand bracelet.
My fingers grab the diamonds carefully, my heart beating in my chest, I turn them around and notice a small word engraved at the back of the necklace
“mine”

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