Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

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.

at my sleeve. “Mommy, when are we going to see Daddy? We really

breath, unable to ignore the persistent requests. “We’ve been through this, kids. I don’t know if

determination. “But Mommy, you said we could see him

by a sea of luxury, but it was clear that no amount of designer dresses

said, resigning. “We’ll go see him today. But we have to finish up

I couldn’t help but smile

salesgirls packed up the remaining garments. I made my selections, preparing to head out with Ethan and Emma in tow. Grace, my

she said, noting my distracted look. “Where to

I replied. “We need to get ready for the visit. I’m not sure what to expect, but I

the boutique, our arms filled with shopping bags. Ethan and Emma chattered excitedly about our planned visit to their father, their

others. Her designer outfit and flawless makeup screamed celebrity, but

Chapter 21

Bianca wasn’t having it. She strode over with

with condescension. “I didn’t realize you were still in town. Or should I say, I didn’t know Alex’s ex–wife could afford such expensive taste. And with those-” she sneered, pointing at Ethan

hurt evident. Ethan stepped forward, his small frame brimming with defiance. “That’s not nice! You don’t talk about my mom and us

added, her voice trembling with anger, “Yeah! You’re just

rage, but I tried to keep my composure. “Bianca,” I said through gritted teeth, “if you have at

yourself and your illegitimate children away from Alex,” she snapped. “He’s moved on. It’s about time you

“You don’t get to dictate who’s in or out of our lives,” I said, my voice steady despite my

see Bianca’s frustration building. She flicked her fingers, and her