Chapter 9 A taste of luxury
Behind the Billionaire's mask!
Chapter 9
Sophie's POV
"Don't stay long, get anything you want to buy, and come back as soon as possible," Julian said, handing me his debit card with an air of nonchalance.
I glanced at the shiny card, feeling a mix of disbelief and excitement. "How much are we to spend?" I asked, unsure of the limits.
"Spend any amount," Julian replied with a smirk. "It's not like you can spend it all unless you plan to buy the world."
I raised an eyebrow."What if you want to use your card?"
Julian chuckled. "Do I look like someone with only one debit card? The card belongs to you now. That's the benefit of being my wife."
What?! Is this asshole being serious about taking care of me? The thought danced in my mind, both thrilling and terrifying. I know he promised to make me live in luxury, but I would have been just grateful if he had just paid my mom's hospital bills.
Anyway, not bad! I mused.
Evelyn, who was standing nearby, chimed in, "My brother is a billionaire!"
I smiled, feeling a rush of excitement mixed with embarrassment. The idea of spending his money felt surreal, like I was in a movie where everything was larger than life.
With the debit card in hand, I headed out with Evelyn to the upscale shopping district. Each step felt like I was walking into a different world, one filled with luxury.
As we stepped into the luxurious stores, Evelyn leaned in and whispered, "Go wild, Soph! Julian's wallet can handle it."
I laughed, feeling a sense of freedom. This was my chance to explore a side of life I had only ever dreamed about. Let's see how much "wild" Julian's wallet could handle.
Our first stop was a boutique that glimmered with designer gowns and accessories. I slipped into a stunning long gown, envisioning myself wearing it to tomorrow's press conference. The fabric felt soft against my skin, and I could almost hear the flash of cameras in my mind. But before I could admire myself too long, Evelyn vetoed it, declaring, "That's not billionaire's wife material."
I frowned, feeling a twinge of disappointment. "But I think it looks nice."
She shook her head, her expression firm. "We need something that truly reflects your new status. Something that says 'I’m here and I mean business.'"
Evelyn selected sleek, designer gowns that hugged my curves, making me feel self-conscious. I preferred comfort over glamour.
"Evelyn, these are too tight," I protested, tugging at the fabric.
"Nonsense, Sophie! My brother loves this type of gown." Evelyn countered, her excitement infectious.
We spent the afternoon trying on outfits, collecting designer bags, and heels that seemed to defy gravity. I longed for my cosy sneakers, a comfort I was willing to sacrifice for the sake of appearances.
"A billionaire's wife doesn't wear sneakers," Evelyn decreed with a playful glare.
"Fine, but can we at least find something I can breathe in?" I asked, half-laughing.
Evelyn rolled her eyes dramatically. "You’ll thank me later, trust me."
After what felt like hours of trying on gowns, Evelyn decided it was time for lingerie. I blushed, overwhelmed by the sheer number of options. She picked out delicate lace sets, each one more beautiful than the last. I felt a mix of embarrassment and thrill as I tried to wrap my head around this new version of myself.
Next, Evelyn dragged me to a high-end cosmetics counter, her eyes gleaming with determination. She selected some cosmetics with the precision of a painter choosing colours for a masterpiece.
"We'll take everything," she said to the sales associate, her voice crisp and authoritative. "Don't worry, I know how to use my make-up skills to create an angel."
"Really, we shall see," I said, trying to keep a straight face as we both laughed at the absurdity of it all.
As we left the counter, laden with bags, my mind buzzed with excitement. Evelyn grinned at me, a conspiratorial look in her eyes. "Let's get you a new phone."
I hesitated, glancing down at my current phone. "Mine still works."
Evelyn raised an eyebrow, her expression incredulous. "That cracked screen is an eyesore."
"Come on, Sophie. You deserve an upgrade." She was hard to say no to.
Reluctantly, I nodded, knowing she was right. We dropped the shopping bags into the car and visited a phone store, where Evelyn picked out the latest Samsung flagship model.
"This one's perfect," she said, her eyes sparkling as she handed it to me.
I couldn’t resist her enthusiasm. "Okay, fine! But this is the last thing, right?"
Evelyn laughed, a sound that echoed in the store. "Oh, don’t be such a spoilsport!"
"Next stop, salon!" she declared, and I felt a flutter of nerves in my stomach.
We arrived at an upscale hair salon, where Evelyn had booked an appointment. The sleek interior and the smell of hair products enveloped us as we stepped inside.
"Meet Francoise, the best stylist in town," Evelyn said, gesturing to a tall, elegant woman with a confident demeanour.
Francoise greeted us warmly. "Welcome, darling! Evelyn told me you need a makeover."
Evelyn nodded vigorously. "My brother's wife needs to look stunning for the press conference tomorrow."
Francoise wasted no time. She began working magic on my hair, transforming it into elegant waves that cascaded down my shoulders. As I gazed in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. The reflection staring back was polished and glamorous, a stark contrast to the girl who had walked into the store just hours before.
"Wow, Francoise, you're incredible!" I exclaimed, my voice full of awe.
Evelyn beamed, clearly pleased with the transformation. "Told you! Now you're a true billionaire's wife."
With my new look, phone, and wardrobe, I felt like a different person. I felt more like a billionaire's wife, ready to take on the world. As we left the salon, the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over everything.
Evelyn glanced at her watch, a look of urgency crossing her face. "Time to head back, Sophie."
I nodded, exhausted but exhilarated. We left the salon, chatting and laughing, as we walked towards the car.
As we turned a corner, I accidentally bumped into someone. "Oops, sorry," I said, looking up to apologize.
My eyes widened in surprise.
"Victoria!"