Haute

*Note-I mean absolutely no offense to Ms. Anne Hathaway or her fans…thank you.

"Christian, I can't believe you'd sink so low to have me find you here!" A voice calls to my left and Christian's right as I turn back I almost knock my glass over, because Jack Sparrow himself stands there his hand patting Christian's shoulder.

"Trust me I'm only here out of respect to Myles," Christian says turning in his chair. "Now that you asked I'm amazed that you're here what with your widely known blasé respect of avoiding said paparazzo's. Yet here you are in their den." Christian continues smoothly.

"Ah yes well they picked up my trail outside of Mary's and I had to lead them astray somehow…I'd hoped they would catch the interest of someone else. Good decision too they'll be on you in a moment while I can slip discreetly out the back door after grabbing a wrap and head for the hills." Johnny Depp says talking with his hands and shaking his hat. He has gestured across the street to where I have just noticed the largest crowd of paparazzi you'd think someone was giving away free camera's and leaking gossip to the line of idiots. "Damn Poppycocks," He curses shaking his head drawing my attention back to Depp. He looks back down and smiles lasciviously at me.

"Hello, there pet…who might you be?" Depp says smiling down at me through his rectangular spectacles. I simply raise my eyebrow to him and grimace when before I can even let a breath of a reply out Christian beats me to it.

"That, Johnny, would be my wife." Christian thunders darkly making Johnny smile and place his hand on Christian's shoulder.

"I knew that, mate." He says winking one eye at me and plows on. "How are my investments…still making me a profitable man?"

"Always…I'd never do a client wrong…well I'll not say never…" Christian mutters glancing at me. They talk for a few more minutes and soon Johnny has placed an unsuspecting kiss on my cheek…saying he hopes he'll see me again before slipping away, Christian seethes in his direction before continuing his talk with Myles. Suddenly, Mia and Kate stand looking to me.

"What?" I ask sipping more wine trying to avoid the fact that I haven't eaten much.

"Let's go we didn't come all the way to the Hill's just to see boring old Myles…were going to Rodeo Drive you have to see it." Mia springs then pulling Kate with her they pout at Christian who is eyeing them with suspicion.

"Take Sawyer," He croons and I immediately stand throwing my napkin over my plate to avoid Christian's suspicion that far. I lean up and meet Christian's lip lightly. Standing I peck his cheek while murmuring a quick thank you and hugging his back. As I turn to go he grabs my forearm and pulling me down whisper into my ear.

"No, thank you, you'll be paying me back for this venture later." He says and then pulls me into an even deeper kiss before releasing me, kissing my forehead, and swatting me onward. I race after Kate and Mia asking why Grace opted out.

"She's going to the children's hospital to meet some doctor friend," Mia calls and as we step around the white picket fences to the Q7 Sawyer is holding the door for us.

"Thank you Sawyer," Mia crows the last to slip inside. "We'd like to visit Rodeo Drive if you please." She calls Sawyer nods once and shuts the door. Soon we're off driving down the street and within a few minutes Sawyer parks the car and helps us down from the Q7. As we walk along Sawyer follows as Mia and Kate drag me into store after store pouting when I purchase nothing.

"Ana, you are going to buy something." Kate insists and this time drags me into Fendi while I roll my eyes. We begin looking around the store and Kate's gaze falls on my clutch. "Aha, you need a new purse." She says and jerks me towards the wall covered in bags. I trip over my three and half inch sling backs casting Kate a dirty look. We find Mia already picking out bags and asking to see them. I stand while Kate begins to drone about this season and that suggesting what I should buy. I'm going to have to get something or she'll never shut up. I have never wanted to be in a Wal-Mart so bad in my life. I begin to peruse the purses because Kate is right I do need a new purse. My eyes scan over all the bags covered in the trademark Fendi sign nothing catches my attention. I walk down the rows until I come to the display at the window and a bag does indeed catch my eye. A pink leather saddle strap with metal Fendi snap the material of the bag is made up of rainbow sequins that radiate from a central point in long straight lines. I am instantly in love with it and can hardly believe it…because everything else in this store I find highly ridiculous especially the clear jelly purses…who would carry those…I don't want people knowing what I carry in my bag! I capture a sales lady and she begins giving me the dish about how this bag is part of the current season and blah de blah. I smile as she rambles and at ten minutes and she is still going on about who designed the bag and the other bags in the same line I hold my hand up.

"Look, I just want the bag not an itinerary on the history of its making." I say forcing a smile.

"Oh, I didn't realize I thought you were just another tourist with a knock-off from Wal-Mart." She croons from her sniveled nose.

"Excuse me? What is wrong with shopping at Wal-Mart?" I ask crossing my arms giving her my pissed expression. I take the bag from the display and her mouth drops.

"What are you…I can assure you that you won't be able to afford that if you frequent the Wal-Mart." She spits.

"I can assure you that these shoes are by Valentino and this dress is Chanel…and if you try to stop me from buying this bag…you'll regret it!" I say and my voice has risen.

"Dear Lord, is the clerk hassling you, how awful, they really are dreadful you know! Just don't know their place in our society." Someone says to my left looking down her nose at the clerk. The clerk her face livid merely gives the lady behind me an asinine look.

"Ms. Hathaway…any way I can be of assistance to you today?" She crows.

"Not anymore…but you'd start with rectifying this bag situation as it is I've heard that's the only bag of its kind left on the west coast. I want it so if you could please hand it to me now." Anne Hathaway says a smile splaying across her face.

"This bag?" I say referring to the bag in my hand.0

"That very one," She says her eyes growing dark.

"Ma'am I'll be having that bag back now, courtesy of Ms. Hathaway." The sales lady says smiling slightly. I look from her to 'Miz. Hathaway' realizing people around here must treat her like royalty. I realize that the woman kills me…I never have liked her especially when I read an article about how she thought herself better than others. I never imagined it to be true…until now that is.

"Sorry, to disappoint you but I'm buying this bag." I say and turning on my Valentino's head for the counter at the middle of the room. Before I can get half-way there a hand wraps about my upper-arm gripping tightly and spinning me around. I stumble a bit and find myself nose to nose with Anne Hathaway.

"I'll be taking that bag," She says and grasps the handle jerking it harshly…I hold tight not about to let this bag go…ever.

"No, I don't believe you will," I say viciously and looking up spot Mia and Kate eyes wide staring at me.

"Do you know who I am?" She spits and I wipe my face with the hand from the arms she so tightly grips.

"A disgustingly high strung wannabe," I say in a dead serious voice giving her a bored look. She screams and before I can even move she is smacking at my head. I crouch, the bag still clasped in my hand. "Let me add delusional psycho to that list," I cry out as she pins me to the ground. I suddenly have the urge to laugh…who knew celebrities could be this wacko. Suddenly, a hand smacks across my face and hands grasp at my hair jerking harshly I cry out…not oblivious to the pain.

"Get off of her," Kate cries at Anne Hathaway who has a death gleam in her eye.

"I'm getting Sawyer," Mia calls and a minute later through being scratched, slapped, and having some hair ripped out Anne Hathaway is pulled off of me. I look to her from my position on the floor and watch as she struggles and screams, "Take your filthy hands off of me."

Kate helps me up all the while holding her phone out to Ms. Hathaway. Oh My God she is taking a video…and as I peer at the time it must have started when I asked for the bag. I smooth my dress out, ask Kate to fix my hair, and then I walk to the counter and give the bag to the shocked man in a purple polo who simply stares from me to Anne Hathaway. I smile an say sweetly, "I'll be buying this now."

"Thank you for your business ma'am. We've called the police ma'am they're on their way. I am so sorry that you had to go through this…" He cries and shakes his head in Anne Hathaway's direction. "But I have to say that purse was so worth it." He smiles making me laugh just as two police cruisers pull up outside and Sawyer hands her over. Half an hour, later we leave having debriefed the cops and I having filed formal charges against the heretic.

"Mrs. Grey, will you be continuing you're shopping?" Sawyer asks.

"After that I couldn't possibly stop I'll have to see who else I can rile up in Beverly Hills," I say laughing.

"Yes of course…we'll brief Christian back at the house then?" He asks leaving the question open and I nod as we continue down the street.

"You cannot tell Elliot or Ethan until we get back…or we'll have to leave." I say especially when he sees the scratches on my cheek and neck. They both nod and next we sweep into Harry Winston's and I am astounded by the marvelous jewelry that fill the cases. Honestly though this store makes me sick as I watch people buy the expensive jewels. I have to leave and I tell the other two so…they nod and continue perusing earrings. I stand outside with Sawyer waiting, when finally fifteen minutes later they come out of the store and Mia shows off an anklet she purchased. I croon over it not bothering to ask the price just forcing myself to admire the art of it which is truly extraordinary.

We continue onward and slip into a last shop…or so Mia claims at 7:30 as dusk begins to fall. A large underwear store apparently called La Perla. I follow Mia and Kate around until we reach the bathing suits and stopping I begin my own perusal and after ten minutes pick two…