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Part 5
The designer and mom talked for a while, and when they had finished talking mom had a very big smile on her face. The designer looked like he was walking on cloud 9.
Mom introduced him as Monsieur Philippe Cardin. I thought I would be smart and switched to French and said, "Bonjour Monsieur J'mappelle Bobbie."
He beamed and replied, "Bon tu parles Française?"
Catriona turned round and said, "Sorry, I don't speak French but my name is Catriona."
He bowed and said, "Pleased to meet you ladies; I wanted to meet with the first ladies to buy my dresses so that I could ask what they thought of them."
Catriona and I were both silent for a moment composing their thoughts, then I spoke and said, "I don't know if I can describe how I feel except to say that I feel as if this dress was made for me the fit is wonderful!"
Catriona spoke up and said, "I can't think of anything else to say except to agree with what Bobbie said. This dress," she held out the skirt of the dress as she spoke, "is just simply wonderful. I am... I am speechless."
Monsieur Cardin turned to the store manager and said, "Okay, you have it, my exclusive contract!" Then he walked off.
The store manager turned back to the us with a stunned look on his face, he then said to his assistant, Kim, "Those girls are to have those dresses on the store and anything else they need to go with them."
Mom's jaw dropped when she heard this. When she had recovered she said to the store manager, "Excuse me; I don't meant to sound ungrateful but why? I mean why do this for my girls?"
The manager replied, "I have been after a contract with Monsieur Cardin for the last 4 years. He had only agreed last month to let me try the dresses that the girls are so happily modelling. I put them out this afternoon about 10 minutes before you saw them. Once you asked to see them, Kim, my assistant here called me to let me know. I had Monsieur Cardin in the store with me this afternoon as he wanted to see the reaction to the dresses.
"When he saw both girls trying on the dresses he wanted to come down and see what they thought. I have to admit that I was worried in case they didn't like the dresses but I am happy to say that they proved me wrong. With the contract that he has agreed to all I can say is that I am over the moon, so I am more than happy to let the store pay for the two outfits."
Mom then called us over to thank the store manager. "Excuse me but what is your name?" she queried.
The manager laughed and said, "You will like this, but my name is Bill Pickles".
Mom turned to us and said, "Thank Mr. Pickles for the dresses."
Both of us said, "Thank you very much, Mr. Pickles."
Mr. Pickles said, "I have to go now, but if you need anything to go with the outfits please let Kim know and she will get it for you."
Mom thanked Mr. Pickles again and he left to go back to his work. Kim said, "Well all we need for those dresses are some tights to go with, as opaque tights don't work you need flesh coloured tights." With that she went off and came back a few moments later with 6 packets of flesh coloured tights. "Ok, girls, these should do you; three pairs each."
Then mom said, "Okay, girls, go change back now and we will get these packed so we can take them home with us."
Catriona and I went back into the changing room and helped each other out of the dresses. As we were putting on our own clothes I said, "Can you believe this? All that's happened today?"
Catriona replied, "No, its all like a dream and I am afraid that I might wake up."
"I know," I said, "this whole weekend has been like a dream come true for me."
We left the changing room to find Aunt Ruth talking with Mom, and Mom said, "I am sorry, Ruth, but I have been thinking about it and although she has had a wonderful time this weekend come Monday she has to return to school. I don't see any way round that reality, can you?"
Aunt Ruth said, "What if she was to move away and move in with me? I would love to have her with me and I would enroll her in the local school."
Mom replied, "That would work except for one thing, her name and sex on the school records. I don't know how we could get them altered."
"Hmmm..." Aunt Ruth mused, "You have something there. Leave it with me though as I may be able to work something out. There is nothing to stop Bobbie being herself though, at the weekends and holidays."
Mom said, "Yes and no... What about people in the area who know Robert and those that are getting to know Roberta? I mean how do we explain it to them? We could get into some serious trouble with what we are doing here, both with the police and local authorities."
Ruth said, "Maybe the social services but not the police unless someone charges her with something and to be charged she has to commit a crime!"
"Let's go home and talk about this later, Ruth," Mom said.
They collected all their parcels from Kim, who asked them to come back again. All of us assured her that we would happily do just that.
The trip back to the house was uneventful with both Catriona and myself falling asleep in the back of the car. Once we got back our mother gently shook us both until we woke up. She said that we were home and that we needed to help bring in all the parcels.
Both of us helped bringing in all the shopping that we had done. Most of the stuff was for me, and when we had it all in the house there was a huge pile of clothes on my bed. Mom asked Catriona if she would help me put everything away as she needed to talk with Aunt Ruth about something.
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To be continued.....
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