“Charlotte is that you?” Vanessa calls out. Charlotte runs over to where she is, giving her a big hug.
“Thanks for inviting her to go shopping with you. You didn’t have to do that.”
Shrugging at Evan’s compliment, I respond, “I thought she might like to meet a couple of designers. It’s all about networking in this industry.”
Evan was looking at me as if I was a puzzle to solve. “You would help my sister out like that?
Looking at him, I confirm, “Of course, she sounds passionate about fashion photography. I have a friend who is a designer, she might know someone that could help.”
“And why would you help?” Evan questions me.
Was he serious? “You think I have an ulterior motive?”
“Women in the past have, she’s my little sister.”
“I get it, Evan. I’m just shocked that you would think I would do something like that.”
“Si …” Evan started, but I didn’t want to hear some bullshit excuse, so I stopped him
“After everything; the fact that you even think, for one second, I would do something to your sister or use her … then I guess you never really knew me.”
Turning on my heel I walked away from him.
***
All day Evan’s comments ran through my head. I tried to forget them but I couldn’t. I didn’t like that he thought I would use his little sister like that. I thought that over the past month Evan grew to know me. I tried to forget about my troubling thoughts as we arrive at my friend’s, Yvette Sanchez’, boutique.
“Sienna, you look fabulous,” Yvette calls out, as we walk into her store. She gives me a twirl before pulling me into a hug.#p#分页标题#e#
“Please, look at you.” I compliment. She was stunning, this petite little Spanish pocket rocket with chocolate colored hair, olive skin, and dark eyes. “Let’s celebrate you being in Paris,” she smiles, picking up a bottle of champagne and popping it to the delight of the girls and Derrick.
We happily sipped champagne as she showed us some of her new collection – which was brilliant. Vanessa had organized dinner tonight at the Eiffel Tower’s famous Michelin star restaurant. I can’t wait to eat there. We really needed to find something to wear for this evening.
“Yvette, this is Charlotte Wyld, she’s studying fashion photography here in Paris,” I introduced. The two women quickly became engrossed in a discussion about fashion and more so I excused myself.
***
“Thank you so much,” Charlotte says, hugging me tightly a little while later.
Looking at her bright blue eyes, the same color as Evan’s, shimmering with unshed tears. “Charlotte?” I question, looking at her with concern.
“Sienna, I am so happy, Yvette asked if I could shoot the backstage photos of her next collection,” she announces, as tears start rolling down her face.
“Sweetie, don’t cry,” I say, pulling her into my arms.
“None of the girls that hang around Evan are ever nice to me. And if they are it’s to get to my brother,” she confesses, pulling herself away, wiping at her tears.
“But you just did something nice for me, not him.”
“Maybe it’s the Aussie in me, but it’s just what we do for friends,” I say, smiling at her.
“You’re different to the other girls; I get why my brother likes you.”
Stilling at her words, I wonder what she knows about Evan and me.
“Evan and I are just friends,” I confirm.
Charlotte smiles at me.
“I know what my brother is like. You’re smart being just friends with him,” she says, giving me a shrug. “Evan told me about how you joined the tour. I’m sorry about your marriage.”
I’m shocked that Evan has spoken about me with his sister. “Yeah, life sucks sometimes but you pick yourself up and carry on, plus who is going to turn down a trip to Europe hanging out with rock stars,” I admit, giving her shoulder a knock, making her smile.
“True, those Sons of Brooklyn boys are cute,” Charlotte whispers, and we both laugh.
“Those boys are trouble, but not as bad as your brother.”
“My brother doesn’t let people in; he’s a closed book most of the time. A long time ago someone hurt him a little too much. I worry about him, I want to see him happy. I want to see him with a girl, someone nice like you.”
Okay, this conversation is going south very quickly. “We’re just friends, Charlotte. He’s a rock star and you know …” I don’t finish, but roll my eyes at her.
Charlotte nods in agreement, “Yeah I understand. I won’t ever date a rock star, after hanging around them most of my life. No matter how cute they are,” Charlotte laughs, as she walks away to pick out a dress.