Mysterious Personal Shopper Novels & Stories

It was the exact type and had the mafia marking. It belonged to his mother who was murdered by an unknown assassin during a business trip. He had vowed to find and end them but had nothing to trace the perpetrator to date. Who was this mysterious lady who had arrived from the sky with his mother's necklace around her neck?

Their gazes fell on us and some of the people there who knew me simply gave knowing gazes. “Please sit, I’ll go get the ingredients.” I gestured to one of the empty round tables but he hesitated, staring deep into my eyes as if he wanted to decipher what was running through my mind. But after a while he finally sat. I headed to the counter where a stunning black haired lady dressed in an all black operated. She was the titular shopkeeper named Eve. Nobody really knew her origins or how old she really was but one thing I was really sure of was that she had been operating this place long before I was here.

She shifted away from him. “It’s fine." He said. "Do you want to talk about it?”. He thought he was the only one that had a secret he didn't want anyone to know but apparently, his fiancée also had skeletons in her closet. “I’m surprised you don’t know.” She muttered. She knew he'd hired a private investigator to find out everything about her which was how he'd come to know about Miesa. Her secret secret was the only thing he didn't know and she'd never tell him.

She was halfway through the door when I caught a glimpse of the knockout shoe she was wearing. “Hold on there.” She turned back hesitantly, still avoiding my gaze when I spoke. “Don't come back here dressed in that rag. Every employee here is a representative of the company. We can't have you misrepresenting us. We are fashion iconic, not a second-hand store.” Tears glinted from the corner of her eyes as she ran out. I pushed my seat back, heading home to get some rest when Andrew met me halfway. “Are you heading to Anderson Corporation already?” He raised his brows, and I snorted.

“I wanted to ask if go-karting is okay. Jack really wants to go.” “Yes, that’s fine,” he says easily. “And then… he wants to go shopping. For his mom.” Alex nods. “My secretary arranged an appointment with the personal shopper. She’ll meet you there and help.” A private shopper. Jewelry at Tiffany’s. It’s another world entirely, polished and nothing like the life I used to know. “Okay. I’ll head back down before he starts looking for me.” I turn to leave, trying not to look back, trying to be good and sensible and careful.

And if that Drey would be the only person to help me, I would do whatever it takes just to please her. “I’m sorry to say this but other than her name, I couldn’t give any further details. I hope you understand, man. I cannot disclose the details of her address as it was too confidential. But anyway, you can search her Famebook account or her photos on the internet. She’s quite a public figure, bro. Well, that makes me think about why you didn’t know her. Ah, I know right! You’re always busy dating your bunch of girlfriends,” and he really laughed at me on the other line, “but by the way, why did you suddenly ask about Ondrea Laxamana? What about her? Is she your new flavor of the month?” he

Sophie whispered to herself with a sly smile, the kind that never quite reached her eyes. She didn’t just disappear—she curated an escape. Boarding flights to distant cities, she immersed herself in glittering skylines, exotic cuisines, and scenic backdrops tailor-made for envy-inducing I*******m posts. Paris, Tokyo, Santorini—each destination became a stage for her grand performance of healing and reinvention.

"Because you're not looking at what you're passing by." 'Because I'm only looking at you!' I answered in my mind. "Stay here first and I will call my personal shopper." I'm just a little annoyed with the part that Travis has a personal shopper, the girl's lucky! Travis was with me when I went shopping. Is she beautiful? Is it tall too? What does her body look like a model? Like Travis' type of girl? For sure, what else can I expect? Eh, Travis only flirts with women of the same body type. Sigh.

He still wanted to tease and push her, but there was a bell discreetly rang in front of the door. "Excuse me, Mr. and Mrs. Browning, the personal shopper is here bringing the dress," A woman's voice alerted them both and Alex gestured to Iris to stay in the room and let him deal with the goods. He opened the door and saw a hotel manager batting her long eyelashes at him and repeating her words once again. Alex did not respond and only took the laundry bag filled with Iris' dress. Another big goodie bag is also given by the personal shopper. "This is for the jewelry and shoes for Madam."

Her teeth shine as she smiles and waves her hand excitedly in Edna's face. Edna doesn't return her warmth or even greet her. She stares at her from her head to her toes with a stand-offish glare. "Yes?" She raises her brow. " What can I do for you?" "Hi, my name is Emily. " Emily smiles a lot. " I'm a fashionista and a personal shopper and I have been sent here to assist you in shopping for some clothes. " "Clothes?" Edna tilts her head as the frown on her face grows, she doesn't remember either Malik or Mary saying anything about this to her. She smells foul play.