“I have to buy you a purse and a wallet,” She said.
“Okay, but why?” I asked.
“I noticed you didn’t have one. You don’t have to get one here. Louis Vuitton and Coach are close by so we can go there too. In fact you can do the most expensive shopping on this street.” Diana said excitedly clapping her hands together. I tried to smile for her benefit.
“Great.” I said faking enthusiasm. She seemed to buy it. Or else she was being nice by not calling me out on it.
Diana got out of the SUV and I followed her lead. She half danced half walked into Gucci.
I went in behind her. Two bulky body guards stood at the doors, back to the wall, when I went in. Almost everything in the store was black, white, and gold. My face lit up. Even I can enjoy couture. Diana turned around and looked at me.
“I knew you’d like it.” She giggled, jumping up and down. She looked like she was on caffeine high. A good looking sales man came over to us.
“May I help you beautiful ladies with anything?” He said in a thick Italian accent.
Diana stepped forward.
“Yes you can. I’d like to see your newest arrivals, purses, and wallets only; I don’t want to get carried away.”
“Yes, Miss Pulmer.” The sales man said disappearing into the back of the store.
“Are you a regular?” I asked trying not to laugh, the sales man had been making gooey eyes at Diana.
“Sadly, yes.”
“Why is that a bad thing?” I asked. Shopping could be healthy. Sometimes. If you didn’t over spend.
“Because, almost every time I go shopping I max out my credit cards.” She said looking sad. I laughed. Yep, that is a good reason to not go shopping. But that doesn’t seem to stop her.
I was finally warming up to Diana. But I was still queasy at the thought of her buying me things. The only people who ever bought me anything was my parents. Occasionally my brothers. But that usually ends up being a Yale sweat shirt.
The sales man returned with nothing in his hands.
“Miss Pulmer, Miss . . .?”
“Lyons.” I said.
“Miss Pulmer, Miss Lyons, I have the selections waiting for you in a private room.” He said.
“Thank you Donatello,” said Diana.
“It is my pleasure and, please, as we’ve discussed before call me Don.” He said politely.
“We’ve been through this Donatello. I will call you Don when you call me Diana. It is not necessary for you to call me Miss Pulmer.” She said rather harshly. I giggled when she said ‘Miss Pulmer’ for she said it in a stuffy old lady tone.
“Alright Diana as you wish.
“What would you like me to call you?” Don asked me finally averting his eyes from Diana. He seem
ed to be struggling.
“Um . . . Kylie is fine.”
“Diana, Kylie, kindly follow me.” He said turning his back to us.
“Come on,” said Diana grabbing my hand and dragging me along.
“I’m coming. You can let go of me. I think your nails just broke the skin,” I said struggling against her hold. Of course her being a vampire meant my attempts were useless.