Mysterious Personal Shopper Novels & Stories

Ever since I told him to act like nothing happened, he hadn't looked my way. Not that it bothers me or anything. I'm fine, totally fine. If he wanted silence, I'd give it to him. We pulled up in front of a boutique I had only ever seen in big fashion magazines: Madisonville Aurelian. She was popular for her outstanding designs, known for dressing the wives of billionaires, celebrities, and royalty. I was so stunned, I turned to Roman, forgetting how I said I wouldn't be the one to speak first. “Aurelian?” “Yes,” he said simply.

"Yes. I've asked around. Melody was jealous of Lila's grades and deliberately applied for the scholarship as revenge." Joseph, who'd spent years handling classified missions, had an air of grim determination about him, especially during interrogations. He could make people tremble and confess with one glance. "So. How shall we handle this?" As he spoke, Vanessa and Melody froze instinctively, looking at Joseph with a bit of unease. "Who are you? Anna, is this your sugar daddy?" At the mention of this, Vanessa looked like she had uncovered a big secret. She smiled mockingly, immediately feeling smug.

She said as she pushed her trolley close to his so that people could pass. "Yup. You should come have a taste sometime" "Well that'll be nice but I can't" "Why?" he asked.His brows furrowed. "Because, my stomach doesn't really sit well with people food". He just simply nodded and pushed his trolley and her's to check out. "What are you doing?" She asked. "I'm not done shopping yet". "You'll get them"he simply said. "Right now, I need to take you to my home so that I can-"

Working with a personal shopper reminded me of costume fittings. My shopper's name was Ilona, and she spoke with a thick Hungarian accent. She had pictures of me and already knew what colors went best with my skin tone. She guided me through the shopping district on the Strip. Each store we went into was expecting us with a glass of champagne ready. I would sit near the fitting room while Ilona worked with the women in the store. They would bring dresses, she would send most of them back, and the few we kept, I would then try on.

When she got one she stepped forward and introduced herself. Financial journalist. A publication I read regularly. Firm handshake. "I've been hoping to run into you," she said. "I'm working on a story." I waited. "There's something unusual happening in the private wealth space," she said. "Someone significant has been operating in this city for about eight months without leaving the kind of footprint you'd expect. A Zillionaire level individual who has gone to serious lengths to stay invisible." She looked at me directly. "Given your position I thought you might have heard something."

Misty strutted out of the boutique with the personal shopper trailing behind, arms loaded with glossy bags. Her heels clicked against the marble floor like a victory march. At her side, Trent’s best friend carried more bags, grinning like he’d just won the lottery. Misty didn’t care if he looked out of place. That wasn’t the point. The point was the bags. The glances from other shoppers. The way the salesgirl’s smile had stretched just a little tighter when Misty demanded the most expensive dress in the store.

Or if i even wanted to… I stood from the bed and crossed to the massive closet on the other side of the room. It was packed full of designer clothing, all chosen by a personal shopper without me present, since the paparazzi had made shopping an impossibility. Every last article was beautiful, and a lot more revealing than anything i would have chosen for myself.

She glanced at her phone again, noting the text message from Diluc Ragnvindr Neuvillette: “Meet me at 10:00 AM at the office. I have something to discuss.” The previous night had been a whirlwind of emotions. After settling her father’s debt with the help of the mysterious and handsome Diluc, she felt a mix of relief and trepidation. The funds had arrived just in time, but the identity of the benefactor, and the strange circumstances surrounding his help, left her uneasy. She couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of something complicated.

I decided, to drive my car, since this was my personal errand, I did not want to disturb someone. "Good morning, Ma'am." I smiled at the young lady with a slender body, I think, she was my height. I was not used to seeing her here, maybe she was one of the few newly hired. She welcomed me as I went in from the transparent glass door of our boutique in one of the biggest malls here in the city. It could easily notice since the design of this large boutique was completely unique compare to the other boutique in this mall. All the high-end designs and those limited editions that had been sold out online, since many of our customers preferred to buy their fashion clothes and accessories on our o

I replied smirking at them. "Aaron Malhotra open your fucking mouth right now before I punch you so hard," I nudged glaring at him which made him come out of his dream land. "Everyone meet my mysterious wife, who is mysterious to world. Mrs. Shraddha Aaron Malhotra. The love of my life," he replied grinning. Monkey monster. Jerk. Idiot. Moron. "For how long you both married? How long is your baby?" The same reporter asked who smirked at me.