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Chloe/Demeter and Anne/Persephone: Shopping
Who: Chloe/Demeter and Anne/Persephone
What: Shopping
Where: Boutiques of Kolonaki
When: Sunday Afternoon
Rating: tbd
Status: Complete
"I know, Charlie. I promise I won't wander too far," Chloe vowed to the man on the other side of the phone that she cradled between chin and shoulder. "I'm just going to pick up a few things and I'll be back with plenty of time to prepare for Mr. P's little party-meeting-happy hour thing. Don't get yourself in a knot, Sugar." Silk slipped through her fingers as she examined a skirt that hung outside one of the trendy shops. The floral pattern was stunning, but sadly, the piece looked far too long for her tiny frame; so much so she was actually contemplating whether or not she could get away with wearing it as a dress instead. "The longer you keep me on this call, the longer I'm gonna take," she warned her handler who was in a tizzy over her disappearance. "So, I'm going to hang up now and maybe, if you're a good boy and can trust me to do as I say, I'll bring you back something shiny." Bribes usually worked with Charlie; or at least, they tempered the frequency of his calls.
Holding the skirt up to her chest with one hand, Chloe made a few kissing noises into her phone, tossed off another 'goodbye, Sugar' and hung up. She snickered to herself and stuffed the little pink mobile away in her purse then looked over the piece one more. The shape wouldn't be right, unfortunately, but it was gorgeous. Maybe she could find a similar fabric later to bring back to LA and have a dress made.
As she placed it back on the rack, her attention was drawn to a line of scarves that hung nearby. The palate of colors, the hand-stitched embroidery; Chloe instantly fell in love with each and every one of them. She'd always adored that particular accessory and secretly took some responsibility for bringing them back into fashion. Beaming, she touched the material, basking in the way it flowed like water through her fingers. A pale yellow with hand-stitched poppies was her first choice followed by a vibrant purple and blue one. To the collection she added a pastoral green flower print and a glamorous indigo what was accented with tiny crystals, echoing a clear night's sky. However, it was the white scarf with pink fringe, hand painted with a incredibly detailed garden scene that won her heart. Chloe took her selection to the register and handed over her credit card without any thought to the price; she was allowed to splurge on herself every now and again! The girl at the counter smiled as she wrapped the scarves in paper, carefully packing them into a bag, but the blonde Texan stopped her when she got to the white one. "I'm going to wear that one," she told the child who nodded her understanding and handed it over with the bag and a wish of a good afternoon.
Returning the Greek, an uncertain 'Efharisto' and 'Kalispera,' Chloe draped the new scarf over her head, crossed the ends and tossed them back over her shoulders. Perfect. Still smiling, the petite woman continued to shop her way down the street.
What: Shopping
Where: Boutiques of Kolonaki
When: Sunday Afternoon
Rating: tbd
Status: Complete
"I know, Charlie. I promise I won't wander too far," Chloe vowed to the man on the other side of the phone that she cradled between chin and shoulder. "I'm just going to pick up a few things and I'll be back with plenty of time to prepare for Mr. P's little party-meeting-happy hour thing. Don't get yourself in a knot, Sugar." Silk slipped through her fingers as she examined a skirt that hung outside one of the trendy shops. The floral pattern was stunning, but sadly, the piece looked far too long for her tiny frame; so much so she was actually contemplating whether or not she could get away with wearing it as a dress instead. "The longer you keep me on this call, the longer I'm gonna take," she warned her handler who was in a tizzy over her disappearance. "So, I'm going to hang up now and maybe, if you're a good boy and can trust me to do as I say, I'll bring you back something shiny." Bribes usually worked with Charlie; or at least, they tempered the frequency of his calls.
Holding the skirt up to her chest with one hand, Chloe made a few kissing noises into her phone, tossed off another 'goodbye, Sugar' and hung up. She snickered to herself and stuffed the little pink mobile away in her purse then looked over the piece one more. The shape wouldn't be right, unfortunately, but it was gorgeous. Maybe she could find a similar fabric later to bring back to LA and have a dress made.
As she placed it back on the rack, her attention was drawn to a line of scarves that hung nearby. The palate of colors, the hand-stitched embroidery; Chloe instantly fell in love with each and every one of them. She'd always adored that particular accessory and secretly took some responsibility for bringing them back into fashion. Beaming, she touched the material, basking in the way it flowed like water through her fingers. A pale yellow with hand-stitched poppies was her first choice followed by a vibrant purple and blue one. To the collection she added a pastoral green flower print and a glamorous indigo what was accented with tiny crystals, echoing a clear night's sky. However, it was the white scarf with pink fringe, hand painted with a incredibly detailed garden scene that won her heart. Chloe took her selection to the register and handed over her credit card without any thought to the price; she was allowed to splurge on herself every now and again! The girl at the counter smiled as she wrapped the scarves in paper, carefully packing them into a bag, but the blonde Texan stopped her when she got to the white one. "I'm going to wear that one," she told the child who nodded her understanding and handed it over with the bag and a wish of a good afternoon.
Returning the Greek, an uncertain 'Efharisto' and 'Kalispera,' Chloe draped the new scarf over her head, crossed the ends and tossed them back over her shoulders. Perfect. Still smiling, the petite woman continued to shop her way down the street.