The Big Lie
The next day, I cleared my schedule at the office and took Emma with me to Copley Place. I had to make her over so that she would look like someone I would have ever been with. Her nondescript clothes and just okay looks were not going to do.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Emma mumbled as we walked briskly along the stores.
"Well, you kind of owe it to me. It was your idea to lie to her." I hissed at her.
"Yes, to help you get out of the web of lies you created with that stupid wedding ring," Emma answered.
"I never lied to her about the ring," I said looking toward a window dressing. "I just failed to provide an explanation for it. You introduced lies to the relationship."
She snorted. "And why did you have to say your wife's name was Lily?"
"I got nervous!" I said.
"You invent a fake spouse every Friday night!"
I sighed. "I know, but this girl is special. This is what I have been trying to tell you." I answered. "This is my chance to move on with my life."
"If you end up with this girl, she will come into the office one day and see me," I said.
"That's what fake mustaches were invented for," I mumbled.
She laughed as we entered Neiman Marcus. "We really don't need to do this." She said, "I have nice things I could wear."
"Sure, you wear the nicest clothes Old Navy Makes," I answered. "But it's gotta be plastic surgeon's wife nice."
She rolled her eyes, "Fine… You asked for it." She said,
I figured I could get some nice clothes on the lower end. And be done with it. What I was not expecting was what the real range of Emma's tastes was. I was so used to her shapeless wear and that cheap red leather jacket that she often sported.
We went to the shoe department first. Emma picked up a pair of Christian Louboutins. A pair that I had just gotten the week before, but Emma's feet were just a bit bigger than mine because she was taller than me. Good choice and those were going to put a pretty dent in my account.
She stood in them a little awkwardly and smiled at the sales girl. "I haven't worn heels in a while. "They are beautiful, how much are they?"
"Seventeen hundred." The salesgirl stated.
I laughed. "Yeah, we won't be getting those…"
Emma smirked. "That's okay, we won't be needing them anyway," she said, fanning herself and feeling her forehead. "Because I am starting to feel a little sick." She held her stomach. "Nope won't be able to do the double date because I won't be able to hold in a Lily."
"Fine!" I said in a panic. "That's your Christmas bonus."
Emma smiled instantly, feeling better. "Then I am going to need them in Blue too, in case I break a heel, or just to cuddle with," she said to the sales girl.
"You sicken me," I growled slightly.
Emma giggled and turned to the sales girl. "And this is why we're getting a divorce."
The poor sales girl was confused as I turned to Emma and said, "NO, we're getting a divorce because you're greedy and a leech."
Emma held in a smirk as the sales girl was taken aback. "Oh, I think you need the matching handbag as well," The sales girl said disgustedly.
"Yeah, I think you are right," Emma answered, putting her hands on her hips.
I handed her my black card. "Is this really necessary?" I asked with a smirk of my own.
"Oh yeah, you asked for this," Emma stated looking at her shoes in the mirror again.
"And you asked for this," I said and pushed her down onto the couches behind her. She laughed, and I couldn't help but laugh with her.
Shopping with Emma was… an experience. She tried on dress after dress and my god this woman was… Her arms were so super toned and well-defined. I stared at her through the mirror as she came out in a cream-colored contoured dress. "I had no idea you had breasts," I said in shock.
"Me neither," she answered then giggled. "I think they're real too." I smirked and took Emma to the spa. I had them do a full treatment. Manis, pedis, and a facial.
When we were leaving the spa and paused. "Emma? Why am I paying for a Brazilian? Who is going to see that?"
"Not you." She said and took the card from my hand and followed the waxer to the back.
At the salon, Emma sat in a chair as the stylist Jefferson surveyed her hair disapprovingly. Then he looks at me. "Are you her wife?"
"For now," I answered.
"She's divorcing me." Emma stated.
Then Jefferson played with her hair. "Well, you can't expect to keep a woman that hot letting yourself go like this. Your hair is a crime scene." He said really looking it over. "I don't know whether to grab a brush or some yellow tape.
I laughed. "That's why I'm leaving her, Jefferson. I can't run the risk of having a kid with hair like that."
Emma rolled her eyes at me and then looked at the stylist. "Can you make it better or not?"
"Girl, I'm going to make it transcendent." Jefferson said, "Yuri, Katya, we're going in deep, bring the equipment."
After that, I left her. It was getting late, and I needed to pick Dorothy up to bring her to the restaurant. I left her with my black card and a warning not to overdo it on the tip. I trust she knows how to dress. So I won't micromanage that part.