Dear Ex-Wife Please Be Mine Again (Christina and Alex) novel Chapter 21

Christiana’s POV

The boutique was a sanctuary of elegance, its pristine white walls designed with dazzling displays of high fashion. As I walked in, the shop's atmosphere shifted instantly from casual to a couture runway, my bodyguards flanking me and my personal assistant, Grace, at my side. The salesgirls, dressed in sleek uniforms, were already buzzing around, eager to showcase the latest designs.

The first dress was a shimmering silver gown with a plunging neckline. I stepped out of the fitting room, the fabric flowing gracefully around me. Ethan and Emma, perched on a velvet sofa, eyed me critically.

“Wow, Mommy, you look like a princess!” Emma exclaimed, her eyes wide with admiration.

Ethan, however, scrunched up his face. “I don’t like it. It’s too shiny. Can you get something with more color?”

I laughed softly, twirling to let them get a full view. “Alright, let’s see what else we have.”

A salesgirl rushed in with a rack of new dresses. “Next, we have this elegant emerald green dress. It’s perfect for an evening event.” She held up a stunning gown with a fitted bodice and a flowing skirt.

I slipped into the emerald dress, feeling its luxurious fabric against my skin. When I stepped out, Emma clapped her hands in delight. “This one’s my favorite, Mommy!”

Ethan nodded in agreement. “Yeah, this one’s nice. It’s not too shiny and the color’s pretty.”

We moved on to the next round of dresses—a vibrant red cocktail dress and a sleek black evening gown. I modeled each one, letting the kids give their verdicts. Their opinions, though honest and unfiltered, were a relief. At least I knew my choices weren’t being judged solely by the high fashion standards of the boutique.

As the day carried on , the boutique became filled with fabric swatches and design choices. Salesgirls hurried to and fro, bringing out garments in every conceivable style and color. My mind, however, was of stress and frustration, mostly because of the constant chatter from Ethan and Emma about their father.

Emma, in her most persuasive tone, tugged at my sleeve. “Mommy, when are we going to see Daddy? We really want to visit him today.”

I puffed out a breath, unable to ignore the persistent requests. “We’ve been through this, kids. I don’t know if today’s the best day.”

Ethan chimed in, his voice full of determination. “But Mommy, you said we could see him soon. We’ve waited so long. Please, can we go today?”

I glanced at my watch, calculating the time. I was surrounded by a sea of luxury, but it was clear that no amount of designer dresses could outweigh my children’s desire to see their father. I sighed, rubbing my temples.

“Alright, fine,” I said, resigning. “We’ll go see him today. But we have to finish up here first.”

Both kids erupted into cheers, their faces lighting up with excitement. I couldn’t help but smile at their enthusiasm, even though a part of me remained apprehensive about the reunion.

The fitting room was a flurry of activity as the salesgirls packed up the remaining garments. I made my selections, preparing to head out with Ethan and Emma in tow. Grace, my assistant, caught my eye.

“I’ll have the clothes delivered,” she said, noting my distracted look. “Where to next?”