Chapter 22 shopping for the fundraise

Thursday had to have been one of the worst days for Alex. He walked to Grace's room from his own apartment near hers to find her a step away from being a rape victim. It had been an emotional rollercoaster and that day and every plan that he had set up had to be aborted. His meetings at work were rescheduled and now he would only deal with the most critical of reports. Most of Thursday had been spent at graces place after the incident.

When she had finally calmed down, she went on to sleep. He could see the blackening bruise cutting across her face. He knew that she had to have gotten more hurt but she had been adamant that she not go to the hospital. Even though grace had asked that he leave nick alone, he still had to make sure that he knew not to mess with grace. So, he had put in a few contacts and currently had things in control.

Grace had almost begged him to stay with her all that while So, hugging her. While happy that she had not rejected his hugs, he was worried about how efficient she would be at work and whether she was affected psychologically. Surprising both themselves, Friday had found them both in the office. Grace dressed in a white turtle neck dress that covered her neck and hands well. Her hair had been released to roll off about her, something which she knew was an act of concealing.

In as much as she had put on some concealer to hide the bruises, she could not help but wince when she was talking at some time. Her eyes still looked sad, though not as bleak as they had looked yesterday. Thinking back, he had to rearrange his priorities and order of events. Still on the organizing of the fundraiser, even in their obscene things had gone on smoothly. Today, he wanted to take grace for shopping to get clothes which would suit the party though at that time he was not sure she would still be game for it.

The day went off fast, his packed with meetings, some of which he had postponed from the previous days. Grace accompanied him for some meetings while for others she stayed in the office to arrange things. They had been on their feet almost for the whole day. When it locked four, he had picked her up to go for the shopping of the dress she would wear for the fund drive. Even though he knew he should not bother with what she wore, he had managed to convince himself that he had to see firsthand where his money would end up. at first, they had visited the branded clothes stores.

One of the shop's royalties offered dresses from two major clothing lines, the Gucci and Chanel clothes. The room was brightly lit with rows of clothes, in terms of skirts, trousers, shirts, and even dresses. The place had official dresses, there were also mannequins dressed in opulent gowns. Immediately she had gotten inside the store, her eyes had been drawn to an elegant silk dress draped over a mannequin. The dress was made in a Greek way, with the dress held together by two straps of fabric, collected together at the dress connections by beads.

The dress was red wine, draping sensually from a well-fitted waistline in soft waves to the floor. The waist was held together in a shiny rhinestone belt, while the arms came together to give off a sweetheart neckline. The dress right there spoke volumes. Almost like a moth is drawn to light, she found herself subconsciously walking towards the velvety dress. Alex had stood right with her, and without her knowledge had instructed the help to get the dress.

She was immediately ushered into the dressing room where she changed. Moving out, she stood before a mirror and before she could see herself, she had felt or rather heard him take a sharp fast deep breath. Looking at the mirror who stared right down at her was an elegant soft sensual woman. The dress was breathtaking but on her, it was like it had set all her system ablaze. She had it packed and in the end, ended up trying for more official clothes much to her dismay.

By the time they were done from the shop, she had several bags, some of which were being carried by Alex to their vehicle. From there, they would go shop for her shoes and hopefully, they would not be too high. Raised shoes definitely did not favor her. They ended up entering a shoe palace, where rows of spectacular shoes were on display. There were designer shoes, heels, sports shoes all catering to the tastes of women.

She looked through the shoes, and trying on several shoes, she finally settled for a golden hunky heel. The heel was designed to have open toes, whereas thin straps of material crisscrossed at the toes. The shoe was kept in place by a thin strand of material crossing her ankle. The shoe was honestly spectacular and by the time she was done shopping she was exhausted.

Deciding that she would get her hair and makeup done on the day of the event, she had Alex drive her to her place. The drive to er place was filled with some soothing country music playing softly. It made the atmosphere cheery and relaxed. Occasionally there had been a chat here and there but most of the time it was a comfortable silence. Getting off, Alex helped her carry her bags to her place, at which she realized that she had really overdone herself in this shopping spree.

Looking sheepishly at him she attempted to apologize for spending so much but the man in question was having none of that. Upstairs, she placed her clothes on the bed, making the whole place look full. They had had to drop around three times to get everything up. Eventually, grace kicked her shoes off and just sat on her bed, thinking about what she would take for the evening and taking turns about what she would take for the evening and taking time to arrange turnabout her turnabout clothes in the wardrobe.

By the time she was done, her stomach was rumbling and she had to literally laugh at how loud that had been. Her wardrobe looked so beautiful she had the urge to just snap pictures of it. Snapping out of it while making plans in her mind on how she would spend the s in her mind on how she would spend the evening, she went to the kitchen. It was while she was there that she heard the bell to her house ring and she went to answer it. At her door stood Alex, freshly showered holding a bag of food. He lifted his hand, the one holding the bag while mouthing food, with an eyebrow lifted.