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She glances back at me before she disappears back into the changing room. Elena follows her.
I abandon my laptop and stroll toward a display of crystal figurines. I pick up a large one; an undistinguishable lump shaped like a dildo.
“That one’s said to bring harmony in the form of physical love. Each one is unique. These are signed by the artist.”
I arch a brow at the sales assistant who is unboxing a pair of shoes nearby before bringing my eyes back to the crystal dildo.
“We have one that just came in that’s a little smaller. It symbolizes truth and union.” She begins to stand. “I can fetch it for you if you’d like to see.”
“No, thank you. That’s all right.” I turn to place the ugly dildo back on the shelf.
“What do you think?”
I turn my head toward Maddy’s voice.
And drop the giant crystal dildo.
The fucker cracks me on the foot and then bounces onto the floor where it smashes into a million pieces like a sheet of ice.
“Logan.” Maddy rushes over, her eyes round.
I ignore the throbbing in my foot as she stops in front of me and looks at the shattered crystal all over the floor.
“I’ve got it.” A sales assistant swoops in with a brush and pan and bends to retrieve the glittering pieces.
“My apologies. Let me help.” I crouch, but she shakes her head fiercely.
“No, Mr. Rich. I insist.” She sweeps fast, gathering all the pieces in seconds.
“Please add it to my tab.”
The pan full of crystal shards clinks as she stands. “It’s seventy thousand euros.”
I nod.
I turn my attention back to Maddy.
She looks uneasy as the sales assistant carries the broken crystal away. “Seventy thousand,” she whispers.
“Who cares about an overpriced dildo? Show me the back.”
She looks unsure for a moment, then slowly spins.
I can’t tear my eyes away from her. “Green suits you.”
“You think?” Her face lights up as she moves to the mirror and looks at her reflection.
The dress has two pieces of silk that cover each breast and then wrap around her waist. And it has this long skirt that glides over Maddy’s curvy hips and then spreads out wider at the bottom. I’m a guy, I don’t know what the hell a woman’s dress like this is called. But in my language it’s called an inappropriate sexual fucking fantasy, starring your friend’s little sister as the main character.
I swallow, my throat thick. “I do. What do you think? Nice?”
Her eyes meet mine in the mirror as I stand behind her. She bites her bottom lip and then turns side to side, looking at herself with a small blush on her cheeks.
“Nice,” she agrees. “I can’t believe we’re going to the opera, and I can wear this.” She looks at her reflection like she’s seeing herself for the first time.
“Okay. Then we’ll take it.” I turn to call the sales assistant.
“Wait.” Maddy grabs onto the lapel of my suit jacket with one hand and lowers her voice, her eyes flicking around the store. “Check the tag for me.”
