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WILLOW

"Let's go shopping," Luciano says casually as he steps out of the car. He does not even give me the avenue to ask questions as he walks fast in front of me. Luckily, there are no media personnel around and he makes it inside safely.

"Luciano?!" I shriek and follow him. He isn't even a but gentlemanly. We are in the city of Paris, a ciryy if love and culture. He could have at least been romantic!

I enter the boutique and I find Luciano already ordering things. It is as if he had already made preparations for it because I see the attendants flicking around him in respect and smiling at him.

"What are we shopping for?" I ask as I stand beside him. The attendants flock around me and I hear them great me in french. I bow my head to them and I tug at Luciano's shirt.

"Don't worry, we will not waste time here. I am only here to pick something I had ordered prior to our landing, Willow," he says to me. He continues talking to the attendants and they start bringing huge boxes to him and