It's already 4:30 pm and I think I'm right about drained. As predicted it's been quite a weird day. Mrs Wilson has been quite busy online shopping and I, being her fashion hand and all, have been busy helping her. I don't just get what's going on today.
First it's Talia and Sasha making me feel underdressed and now Mrs Wilson's been ordering clothes in size 6 when she literally wears size 8½. And since we'll need space to keep the new clothes, Mrs Wilson volunteered to have some of her clothes in the dressing room moved to the attic. This is literally on another level of weird because Mrs Wilson loves her clothes and even when she doesn't wear them anymore she still likes seeing them around and reliving memories.
Presently I'm carrying a pile of clothes out the door of the dressing room to the attic. I'm trying to be very careful because I really can't see in front of me. I feel so tired and can't wait to leave for home. I just turned the corner when I came face to face with a hard wall. And the next thing I know, I'm on the floor with the huge pile of designer clothes around me. The last time I remember, walls don't just appear. I look up and the first thing I notice is a pair of eyes already looking at me. Beautiful grey eyes. Which belonged to an even more charming man. He had dark brown - almost black hair and tanned skin. He wore a navy blue Armani 3 piece suit and black Gucci shoes. A Rolex watch on his wrist and a Versace suitcase in his hand. Wow!! This man's got taste. I realized we both hadn't said a word and stared straight into what I was now realising were the most unique eyes I'd ever seen.
"Watch where you're going" a smooth deep voice said bringing me out of my little trance.
"I'm sorry" I heard myself say, my voice sounding squeaky compared to his.
Next thing I know Mr grey eyes is looking at his watch, nodding at my apology and striding off towards the Elevator and getting in as quickly as possible.
What in the world just happened and who is that guy. And what was he doing in the Wilson's living area. Panic automatically set into my bones as I quickly packed all the fallen clothes and rushed to place them in the attic. As soon as I was done I rushed back to Mrs Wilson and reported the stranger to her.
"Tall, dark hair, grey eyes and fashionable clothes you say" asked Mrs Wilson as soon as I was done with my description.
"yes" I answered. Unfortunately Mrs Wilson saw this funny because there was a barely concealed smirk of amusement on her face.
"What ?" I asked frowning a bit. I guess Mrs Wilson couldn't take it anymore because she gave me a broad smile and bursted out laughing.
" What ?" I asked again
"Well my dear" she started "I think you met Alex"
"Who ?" I asked confused
"My son, Alex"
Wait that handsome man was the Wilson's only son. WOW
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