Mysterious Personal Shopper Novels & Stories

Their gazes fell on us and some of the people there who knew me simply gave knowing gazes. “Please sit, I’ll go get the ingredients.” I gestured to one of the empty round tables but he hesitated, staring deep into my eyes as if he wanted to decipher what was running through my mind. But after a while he finally sat. I headed to the counter where a stunning black haired lady dressed in an all black operated. She was the titular shopkeeper named Eve. Nobody really knew her origins or how old she really was but one thing I was really sure of was that she had been operating this place long before I was here.

She shifted away from him. “It’s fine." He said. "Do you want to talk about it?”. He thought he was the only one that had a secret he didn't want anyone to know but apparently, his fiancée also had skeletons in her closet. “I’m surprised you don’t know.” She muttered. She knew he'd hired a private investigator to find out everything about her which was how he'd come to know about Miesa. Her secret secret was the only thing he didn't know and she'd never tell him.

“For you to shop.” I looked at the face of the card, seeing my name emblazoned in silver. “How did . . . ? Never mind.” I sighed. It was obvious, whatever Richard wanted, he got. He sat down, reaching for the card. “Sign it and use it. I called Amanda Kelly—she’s the personal shopper I told you about. She’s expecting you in an hour.” “Fine.” “What’s the matter?” “Couldn’t she send me a dress for tomorrow? I’m sure you’ve already informed her exactly what you want me to wear.”

Was he the type to freak out if a towel was folded wrong? As she talked, my brain kept drifting. Who was this man? Why was he invisible online? Why did he need a personal maid in the first place? Was he old? A retired businessman with a strict routine? Or young? Maybe one of those reclusive rich men who avoided cameras like the plague? The mystery tugged at me in a way that made me more curious than I wanted to admit.

"Only a lifetime of experience could produce such remarkable cures." And so, the legend of the mysterious potion seller grew, shrouded in secrecy and wonder. The citizens of the city cherished their resident healer, unaware of the true identity hidden beneath the hood—that of a woman with a past, a survivor, whose name was once Amia. ** On a crisp morning, a handsome stranger with jet-black hair and a dashing smile wandered into the city, his curiosity piqued by the rumors he had heard about the mysterious potion seller. Thorne, a wanderer with a penchant for intrigue, found himself drawn to the little apothecary shop tucked away in the alley.

She was halfway through the door when I caught a glimpse of the knockout shoe she was wearing. “Hold on there.” She turned back hesitantly, still avoiding my gaze when I spoke. “Don't come back here dressed in that rag. Every employee here is a representative of the company. We can't have you misrepresenting us. We are fashion iconic, not a second-hand store.” Tears glinted from the corner of her eyes as she ran out. I pushed my seat back, heading home to get some rest when Andrew met me halfway. “Are you heading to Anderson Corporation already?” He raised his brows, and I snorted.

“I wanted to ask if go-karting is okay. Jack really wants to go.” “Yes, that’s fine,” he says easily. “And then… he wants to go shopping. For his mom.” Alex nods. “My secretary arranged an appointment with the personal shopper. She’ll meet you there and help.” A private shopper. Jewelry at Tiffany’s. It’s another world entirely, polished and nothing like the life I used to know. “Okay. I’ll head back down before he starts looking for me.” I turn to leave, trying not to look back, trying to be good and sensible and careful.

And if that Drey would be the only person to help me, I would do whatever it takes just to please her. “I’m sorry to say this but other than her name, I couldn’t give any further details. I hope you understand, man. I cannot disclose the details of her address as it was too confidential. But anyway, you can search her Famebook account or her photos on the internet. She’s quite a public figure, bro. Well, that makes me think about why you didn’t know her. Ah, I know right! You’re always busy dating your bunch of girlfriends,” and he really laughed at me on the other line, “but by the way, why did you suddenly ask about Ondrea Laxamana? What about her? Is she your new flavor of the month?” he

I frowned at him. "I am Mr. Forger's personal shopper." And then he held up the four paper bags he was carrying with the Chanel brand. I just noticed it there too. I got up from where I was sitting but I still stayed where I was even though I was standing. Remember the back of my skirt that was torn. "Is it okay, please put it there."

He still wanted to tease and push her, but there was a bell discreetly rang in front of the door. "Excuse me, Mr. and Mrs. Browning, the personal shopper is here bringing the dress," A woman's voice alerted them both and Alex gestured to Iris to stay in the room and let him deal with the goods. He opened the door and saw a hotel manager batting her long eyelashes at him and repeating her words once again. Alex did not respond and only took the laundry bag filled with Iris' dress. Another big goodie bag is also given by the personal shopper. "This is for the jewelry and shoes for Madam."