524 All of Them

November 30—Friday

Before heading over to the restaurant, Katherine, Damien, and Amelia dropped by a shopping district. The two women were surprised when he parked the car because he didn't tell them before going there.

"What are we doing here?" asked Katherine after he opened both of their doors and helped them out.

"I've arranged a private viewing of the boutique's new stocks. Come on, let's go inside," he answered and led them towards a high-end store.

Katherine and Amelia looked at each other and shrugged. Although Damien hadn't directly said anything, it was quite obvious that he brought them there to shop for them. 

Last night, he wondered what he could do for Amelia—as a way to thank her for the haircut, thinking that inviting her out for lunch wasn't enough. In the end, he decided to take the two out shopping. Hence, he had arranged this first thing in the morning. 

Knowing that they would be out in public, Amelia wore a disguise, altering her appearance by wearing a wig and contact lenses. But even so, she still remained vigilant of her surroundings.

Entering the boutique, they were greeted by polite sales ladies who guided them towards a room with several racks of clothing on them. 

The two women admired the pretty dresses and winter clothes, touching and feeling the materials of those that caught their eyes, but neither grabbed one to try out in the fitting room.

"Why aren't you trying anything? Don't you like any of them?" Damien asked as he watched the two from the side. He was sitting on the sofa, waiting for them to pick whatever they liked. 

"I wouldn't be able to wear them anywhere," said Amelia. Currently, she was dressed casually like Katherine would. The two had a lot of similarities, and it was possibly because of the habits they picked up while being in Shadow in the past. Jeans, boots, a shirt, and a jacket were their basics. And although Amelia would look bomb in any dress, unlike before, she didn't have occasions where she had to wear them as she was 'in hiding'. 

Katherine understood what Amelia was thinking and she knew that Damien only wanted to do something for his mother. But it couldn't be helped. "I already have so many clothes... Do I really need more?" asked Katherine.

He contemplated for a bit and realized what Amelia meant. He hadn't really thought of that—all he wanted was to buy her something nice. Pursing his lips into a thin line, he straightened his back and took out a Crown Resort Group business card and a pen. "Get their sizes and send the clothes to this address," he said, writing their penthouse's address onto the back of the card.

The manager nodded as he received the card from Damien and probed, "Which clothes should we send, President Park?"

"All of them."

"Damien…" Katherine and Amelia called in unison.

"You two can't decide. At least you'll have more time to do that at home." He shrugged, a hint of a smile showing on his face.

Narrowing her eyes, Katherine folded her arms in front of her chest, sensing that he was being mischievous. "You already planned this…"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Kitten," he responded, whipping his phone out of his suit jacket and pretending to busy himself.

"What has he done?" Amelia whispered.

Without taking her eyes off him, Katherine answered in her normal voice so that Damien could hear her. "Your so—Damien," she corrected herself when she remembered where they were. "He already knew we'd refuse but brought us here anyway… He knew that I wouldn't like it if he bought so much stuff for me without telling me. Now he's saying we can take our time at home, and later, we would just forget that this happened…"

Damien's stare snapped towards her. He didn't say anything for several seconds before a chuckle escaped his lips. "Clever."

Amelia gasped. "Oh, my god. Really?" She laughed. "You don't have to do this…"

"But I want to." He got up from the sofa and handed a black card to the manager, giving him the go signal.

Katherine let out a sigh and glanced at Amelia standing next to her, and said, "He's unstoppable."

Ignoring what they said, Damien walked towards the racks and picked two dresses that he thought were nice and gave them each. "I think you both would look pretty in them. You should wear it for lunch."

Left with no choice, the two women changed in the fitting room. They were assured by the sales lady that the clothes were all dry cleaned and steamed so they could wear them without worry.

After changing, they walked out of the room wearing the dresses that Damien picked for them. Katherine wore a grey trendy knitted pencil dress—it had long sleeves and a smooth and warm texture that was perfect for the weather. Meanwhile, Amelia looked elegant in a black long-sleeved maxi dress with white stripes—it had a velvet smooth material that was very comfortable to wear. 

They looked for Damien and found him taking a phone call at the side. He signaled them to wait for him, so Katherine sat on a bench while Amelia checked out the other clothes on display. The latter found herself in the men's section—her eyes focused on certain beautiful pieces that she thought would look good on someone.

After some time, Damien finished his phone call and told Katherine they needed to leave for their reservation.

"Where is she?" he asked.

"Oh, Amelia… she was just here somewhere…"

They stretched their necks looking for Damien's mother and found her by the counter making their way towards them. "You're done?" Amelia asked.

Nodding, he swept his gaze at the two stunning women, and a smile ghosted his lips. "You both look beautiful…"

"Thank you," said Amelia, her smile reaching her eyes.

"Yeah… You're so lucky," Katherine muttered as she held his hand, and the three of them laughed.

"Shall we?" He offered both of his arms to them.

From the counter, the manager and the sales ladies bid them goodbye and watched as they walked out of the store. They still didn't know who the other woman was and their curiosity grew by the second. The Resort King just spent an exorbitant amount on the two beautiful ladies who came with him, buying all the clothes that were yet to be displayed in their store. The high-end boutique reached their usual daily sales and could even afford to close for days.

"This needs to stay confidential, understood?" the manager reminded the staff. Despite wanting to share what just happened, he would never want to get on Damien Park's bad side.