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.

are we going to see

requests. “We’ve been through this, kids. I don’t know if today’s the

full of determination. “But Mommy, you said we could see him soon. We’ve

glanced at my watch, calculating the time. I was surrounded by a sea of luxury, but it was clear that no amount of designer dresses could outweigh my children’s desire to see their father. I sighed,

fine,” I said, resigning. “We’ll go see him today. But we

lighting up with excitement. I couldn’t help but smile at their enthusiasm, even though a part of me remained

flurry of activity as the salesgirls packed up the remaining garments. I made my selections, preparing

clothes delivered,” she said, noting my distracted look. “Where to

get ready for

bags. Ethan and Emma chattered excitedly about our planned visit to their father, their energy evident. I was just about to open the door to the car when I spotted

flawless makeup screamed celebrity, but

Chapter 21

the car, trying to ignore her, but Bianca wasn’t having it. She strode

it isn’t Christiana Davis, Bianca said, her voice dripping 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

kids‘ faces fell, confusion and hurt evident. Ethan stepped forward, his small frame brimming

voice trembling with anger, “Yeah! You’re

“Bianca,” I said through gritted teeth, “if you have at problem with me, you can take it up with me alone. These kids have nothing to do with

“Keep yourself and your illegitimate children away from Alex,”

to dictate who’s in or out of our lives,” I said, my voice steady despite my anger. “You’re the one who caused all this mess, and now

attention of passersby, and I could see Bianca’s frustration building. She flicked her fingers, and her bodyguards started to move forward. “Teach her a lesson,”