Burgundy Pocketbook 소설 & 이야기

I whispered to the empty room. Turning away from the window, I finally opened the garment bag that Elena had given me. What I saw inside was breathtaking. Nestled deep within the crisp white tissue paper was a dress in a stunning shade of burgundy;a deep, intoxicating plum that seemed to swallow the dim light of my bedroom and spin it into magic. The fabric felt alive, woven with tiny, starlight shimmers that caught the glare of my ceiling , glittering like a galaxy trapped in silk.

I smiled to her. “What is it you are going to give?” she asked in her forehead knotted. “Later after I open this,” I replied and start opening her gift. As I took all the gift wrapper around the box, it seems I already know what is in the inside. I glimpsed at her first before I slowly open the cover of the box. My eyes sparkled as I saw the Breguet Marie-Antoinette Grande Complication Pocket Watch that is so expensive to buy. I am only seeing this on magazine and to my social medias but now it is in my hand.

she said, lifting a black leather handbag with gold buckles, “is from our newest Italian designer. Pure calfskin. Classic, but luxurious.” Matthew held it, feeling the smooth leather. It was nice, but somehow plain. So he told her to show him another one, which she did. She showed him a wine colored handbag with a gold chain strap and velvet finish. “This one is perfect for evening events or dinner dates. Very popular with younger women.” “Hmm,” Matthew said, unsure of which one to choose. The third bag was a light beige tote with soft textures and a bold brand logo on the side. “This is the limited edition piece. Only ten of them in the country.” She told him.

The last and final card being that from Alex. Isabella now trying to steady her shaky hands, as Isabella moves to open the last and final box, her eyes quick to see a beautiful Gabriela Hearst Callas Printed Leather Clutch bag. Her eyes finally taking in every piece from each of the boxes. Sophia and Angelica both moving to join her by the bed as they two move to see what was inside each of the boxes, Sophia smiling as she does.

But the gloved object was supported by a special material that kept it from shaking or shifting when the box was shaken or thrown. Beverley carefully took the object out of the box. She opened the case, and her eyes widened. Her hands trembled as she held the cold object. Her mouth hung open, speechless. “Do you like it?” “Brent ....” Beverley stared in horror at Brent. She quickly put the object back into the box. She shook her head violently. “Are you out of your mind?!” Brent chuckled. He picked up the object and looked at it with a smile. It was a bottle of Henri IV Dudognon Heritage Cognac Grande Champagne.

The chicken was genuinely delicious — tender enough that I took a second piece before I caught myself. Sleep came easily after that, heavy and dreamless. I was still half-buried in it when another knock reached me. Mrs. Margaret, carrying a wrapped box. I told her to leave it without sitting up. When I finally opened it, I understood immediately why it had been packaged so carefully. Inside, nestled in cream-colored tissue, was a Chanel Classic Flap bag — black caviar leather, structured and smooth, the gold CC turn-lock catching the light from the window in a single clean flash. The chain strap lay in a perfect coil beside it. The receipt was tucked inside.

She saw Vivienne and stopped. *Look at her,* Kallie said. *Standing in her own mate's house like she needs permission to breathe.* Vivienne kept her eyes on Killian. He looked inside the bag. "Maison Francis Kurkdjian," he said. "The Baccarat Rouge limited edition. Signed by the master perfumer himself. There were only forty released." She tilted her head. "I had to call in a favor in Paris." He looked at her for a moment. "You didn't have to do that."

You owe her that. On Wednesday, He sent a vintage sewing kit from the 1820s—silver-plated needles and silk threads from a closed estate in Paris. It had cost him tens of thousands of dollars to have it. He knew from the investigators that she loved the history of couture. He didn't just send it in a box. He had it wrapped in yellow silk and tucked a small, hand-written note inside:

“You did well.” He didn’t have the heart to pressure her anymore and instead, reached into his pocket and drew something out—a slim velvet box. He set it lightly on the cabinet beside her hand. “Congratulations.” Isabelle blinked, stunned. “…What is this?” “A small gift.” His tone was casual, as though it meant nothing. She hesitated before lifting the lid. Inside was a delicate bookmark, silver-plated, shaped like a crescent moon with a tiny star at the end. It was elegant, understated, but clearly expensive.

The barrister would not be able to resist her. She stood up and walked to her shelf of handbags. Each one gleamed under the trace of the light. Red, white, gold, silve. Every bag was a treasure. She ran her fingers across them until she stopped at a black Valentino La Rouge bag. The leather felt smooth and cool under her touch. She grabbed it gently and walked back to the bed. There, she opened the bag and dipped her hand Then she brought out a thick bundle of cash. It was the money she planned to give the barrister. She stared at it for a moment, then slipped it back into the bag.