"What do you think of this top? Oh, and this skirt is just gorgeous…" Mrs. Longfield continued. I wanted to break down and cry. We had wondered through the whole mall for what seemed like ages, and she was the one with all the clothes.

"You know, Mrs. Longfield, this isn't really my style. Do you mind of I just walk around and see what I find?" I prayed she wouldn't take offense, but her big brown eyes stayed fixed on the shirt.

"Sure, dear, here's a card. Go have some fun, but," this time she looked up, "you need to buy for casual, semi-formal, and formal. That means everything ranging from night clothes to cocktail dresses, skirts to bathing suits. You have no spending limit, go have some fun." I bit my lip, trying to hide my excitement.

I went into almost every store. I was in London! A fashion city, 'why shouldn't I enjoy myself?' By the time I had finished, I knew my new walk-in closet would be filled. I was giddy, and had let Delia Franks live a little within this hell.

Mrs. Longfield met me in front of the mall's entrance with a smile on her face. "So how did you do?" I smiled back.

"I feel accomplished, thank you so much Mrs. Longfield." She put her arm around my shoulders, pulling me towards the car.

"Delia, call me Delilah, please. Mrs. Longfield makes me feel old. Now when we get home, the maids will put everything away…" I cut her off.

"Oh please Mrs.…I mean Delilah, let me put up my own stuff. I can't get use to the thought of being waited on hand and foot." She seemed shocked.

"Well, all right dear, just tell them. Dinner will be served in about an hour. So wear one of your new outfits." I nodded my head, then decided to ask a question that had bothered me all day.

"Why couldn't Krisandra come," she seemed like a mall queen.

"She had singing lessons, and was sorry she couldn't make it." My eyes widened in excitement.

"Is there any chance that I might be able to go back to where her teacher works, there must be a singing group there, a choir of sorts," she shook her head.

"Sorry, Delia, but Lance wants you and Alex completely focused on the wedding and the marriage. Do you like to sing?" I looked down, hurt.

"Yes," I said, looking up at her and smiled faintly, "I was going to do it professionally. My friend, Kellie, and I had recorded something to try and make it big." She nodded.

"Well, I'm sure you will find something to do." I looked out the window and the house pull up, willing myself not to cry. I followed as the maids bustled in and out of my room carrying all my bags.

"Don't worry about those," I said to one of the maid that was beginning to unload them, "I'll take care of it all. But will you wash all of this for me? I like my clothes cleaned after I purchase them," she nodded and curtsied.

"Of course." I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. 'I wouldn't be able to go out and sing?' I wanted to cry just thinking about it. I stood on the balcony, trying to collect my thoughts before I started working.

There was splashing sounds coming out from beneath me. I looked down to see, none other than, Alexander himself, dong laps around the pool. He stopped, and I almost died when I saw his body. 'No one should look that good.' I thought, as I admired his defined abs and lean chest.