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have the right shoes, boots or coats to wear, and her only purse looked tattered to her as she stared down at it on her bed. She normally didn’t give much thought to what she wore, but now that she was going to the fashion capital of the world, her heart sank at the thought of how out of place she was going to feel.
    Shit
, she thought,
I do not want to do this.
    She was second-guessing her decision to even go to France in the first place. In the week before her trip, in addition to packing, she needed to stock up on food for her mom and Elliott, clean the house and make sure the laundry was done, and find a neighbour to shovel the driveway. It was a week’s worth of work just to go on a trip for four nights. At the moment, it seemed like a bit too much. She decided to go to bed early and tackle the wardrobe issue after a good night’s sleep.
Paris—One Week Later
    Megan walked down the long hall to the arrivals area at Charles de Gaulle Airport, pulling her suitcase behind her, finally allowing a little flicker of excitement to start building inside her. She knew that Harper would be here to greet her, having insisted on taking time away from her meetings at the Paris office. Even though Harper had tried to brush it off as no big deal, Megan knew that as a fashion director stationed at
Style
’s head office in New York, her friend’s time when she was here was precious. As she scanned the waiting crowd, she spotted Harper rushing over with her arms open. Megan broke into a huge grin at seeing her best friend, and the two gave each other a long hug.
    “Oh, I missed my friend,” Harper said as she pulled back from Megan. She was the picture of sophistication in her black riding boots and fitted tan pants. She wore a short black-velvet riding jacket and her auburn hair fell in curls down her back. She was as tall as Megan but with generous curves accented by her choice of clothing.
    Megan felt horribly underdressed in her best jeans, scuffed low-heeled boots and old wool coat. “I missed you too. God, look at you. You are so fashion-forward compared to my fashion-flawed. I am not going to fit in here very well, am I?”
    Harper grabbed Megan’s arm with both hands and squealed in delight. “Oh, yes you are! Our first stop is the
Style
office. I have to go pick up the wardrobe for the shoot. We’re going shopping in
Style
’s closet, only it is
so
much better because it’s free and the world’s best will be there to dress you.”
    “I’m size eight, Harper, not size zero. Nothing there is going to fit me.”
    “You’re a six, not an eight—none of your clothes fit you properly. It doesn’t matter anyway. They have lots of sizes for celebrity shoots. This is going to be the most fun ever!” Harper linked arms with Megan and they started walking to the exit.
    * * *
    Four hours later, they arrived at the hotel. Megan was too exhilarated by her new wardrobe to feel any exhaustion from the long trip. Harper had managed to sneak her five new outfits, complete with coats, purses, jewellery and footwear. As they stepped out of the cab, Megan felt like a new woman in a full-length, dark red wool coat; black, wide-leg pants; and a sexy pair of pointed-toe, high-heeled black boots. She wore a chunky gold necklace and her hands were cozy in long, ruched black lambskin gloves.
    Everyone at
Style
had been incredibly kind to Megan. Harper had even managed to find a new set of hard-sided luggage for her, left over from a shoot several weeks earlier. They had managed to cram it with Megan’s new clothes as well as most of what she had brought from home. Harper had given Megan’s well-worn purse, suitcase and carry-on to an intern to dispose of. She had practically screamed with disgust when she saw the ratty white cotton briefs and beige bra Megan had packed.
    “What. The. Fuck. Are. These?” she asked, holding up a pair of panties with one finger, as if they were diseased.
    “Put those back!” Megan hissed.