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.

persuasive tone, tugged at my sleeve. “Mommy, when are we going to see Daddy?

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

Mommy, you said we could see him soon.

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,

I said, resigning. “We’ll go see him today.

but smile at their enthusiasm,

flurry of activity as the salesgirls packed up the remaining garments. I made my selections, preparing to head out with Ethan

the clothes delivered,” she said, noting

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

planned visit to their father, their energy evident. I was just about to open the door to the car when I

bodyguard, a personal assistant, and a few others. Her designer outfit and flawless makeup screamed celebrity, but it was the haughty expression on her face that really

Chapter 21

but Bianca wasn’t having it. She strode over with an

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

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

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

but I tried to keep my composure. “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

from Alex,” she

of our lives,” I said, my voice steady despite my anger. “You’re the one

the attention of passersby, and I could see Bianca’s frustration building. She flicked her fingers, and her bodyguards started to