I'm pretty sure I tried everything in the closet on at least once as the day passed, several maids waiting on me in my room to hang up the discarded dresses and outfits when I took them off. I had tried to assure them I could hang my own clothes up myself to save them trouble, but alas, they only spoke French and didn't understand a word I said. Still, I had helped them clean up later that evening when Adelaide had knocked on my bedroom door to tell me my grandfather had finally come back home to Chevalier Mansion.

I had quickly dressed in the outfit I had arrived in Paris in, deciding to leave the Chanel bag in my room. I switched the flats I had changed into back to the heels, not wanting to disappoint Grandfather by not wearing the presents he had gotten me. Adelaide waited for me to be ready before leading me to Grandfather's study.

Grandfather's study was in one of the top corners of the mansion. The hallway leading up to the study was covered in framed pictures of Louis Vuitton photo shoots. Beautiful models posed with the trademark bags in some frames while others walked down runways in fashionable outfits and expensive accessories. On the door frame was the Louis Vuitton logo, an L and a V crossing in black with the brand name written in gold underneath.

"Is Grandfather some kind of high fashion lover?" I asked Adelaide, who smiled a bit.

"You could say that." Adelaide spoke ambiguously. I didn't think anything of it, only waited patiently as Adelaide knocked on the study doors and poked her head in to see if Grandfather was ready to see me. A bright smile was given to me as she nodded.

"Go ahead." She told me, urging me forward with a press of her hand to my back. I sucked in a deep breath before opening the doors gently, stepping inside and turning to carefully close the study doors. When I turned around, I was faced with a man who was both a stranger and yet still family.

I hardly remembered what Grandfather looked like, after all I had last seen him when I was barely two, but he seemed familiar to me.

He had salt and pepper colored hair and was dressed smartly in a navy suit. Reading glasses were perched on the end of his nose in a very grandparent-like manner, though his fingers took them off and set them on his fancy desk once I came in. A wrinkled face smiled up at me and an aged body quickly got up from the chair, his height and build astounding me when we walked over. I'm not sure what I was expecting, a short and thin old man? Grandfather was tall and filled out, his slightly chubby belly giving away his obvious love for the gourmet cuisine here in Paris.

"Marie Cosette! My darling granddaughter, it's so nice to see you after so long!" Grandfather exclaimed happily in a thick French accent before wrapping his arms around me in the biggest bear hug ever. He stepped back right after our hug, eyes looking over me as he smiled brightly.

"Goodness, the last time I saw you was so long ago, you were still a little child." Grandfather chuckled a bit at the memory, though I had really had no recollection of such a memory. "Now look at you! All grown up, you're not mon petit caneton anymore!"

My head tilted to the side as I heard the French, though my terrible study habits made me forget what caneton meant. Grandfather smiled before explaining.

"Mon petit caneton, my little duckling. I remember all your mother dressed you in when you came to Paris as a child was yellow and white, and you would run around the whole backyard chasing the ducks around the pond."

My brows furrowed as I tried to remember something like that, and I surprised myself when I did ever so faintly. I remembered the ducks, always parading about in their little lines before I would run after them. I would always get so close to them, but they would escape from my reach whenever they would run into the pond and swim away.

"I do remember that!" I gasped before smiling, Grandfather laughing happily.

"We must celebrate your arrival here in Paris!" He announced, walking back over to his desk to clean up a bit and grab some folders. "Why don't we go to one of my personal favorite restaurants here in the city? Their cuisine is some of the best I've ever tasted, and what kind of vacation would this be if you didn't get to experience the very best Paris has to offer?"

I hardly had time to say an answer since Grandfather was quickly walking past me and out of his office. For an older man, he was quite healthy. I hurried to follow him, noticing Adelaide straightening up and following Grandfather as well once we left the office room. Grandfather handed a folder to Adelaide, who was also struggling to keep up with both his happy mood and fast pace at first.

"Adelaide, please arrange for dinner reservations for Marie Cosette and I at Descoteaux's restaurant. If they give you a hard time about not having a reservation months in advance, tell them the Chevaliers will be dining with them tonight. That should take care of it." Grandfather confidently spoke, my mouth parting as I listened to my grandfather. Were the Chevaliers really that well known to toss a reservation list out the door? Especially when said reservation list had been booked for months before my arrival?

"Oui, Monsieur Chevalier. Anything else?" Adelaide addressed Grandfather formerly, and with a shake of his head, she was dismissed to do her duties. As she walked away, a sleek iPhone was quickly pulled out of her blazer jacket, the number for Descoteaux's already dialed before I could blink twice.

"Marie, you should go get ready for tonight. Wear whatever you like, Descoteaux's won't mind as long as it's not too casual." Grandfather informed me, my head numbly nodding as I realized tonight would be my first taste of fancy Parisian food. Grandfather smiled before nodding his head once.

"Off you go then, don't take too long."

~•~

Before this whole trip, I thought the hardest decision in my life would be something important like what to major in or what college to attend. I was wrong.

The hardest decision in my life was facing me now as my arms crossed over my chest and my eyes narrowed at the racks of dresses in my humongous closet. I had bathed with luxurious soaps that smelled like heaven and changed into a fluffy white robe complete with the softest slippers I had ever worn. I had left my wet hair down, one of the maids insisted she would do it later after I had chosen my outfit. I wondered now if I would ever get my hair done as my heart was pulled in so many different directions regarding what I should wear.

Do I choose the bright yellow Prada dress with emerald embellishments? Or the white Chanel dress with black lining along the bodice? Do I choose the olive green Gucci dress with a leather top? Or possibly the silvery metallic Dior evening dress? I honestly had no idea.

My head was spinning with all the possibilities. Maybe I should just pick a dress and get it over with? Just pick one out of all the stunning options and know I'll have time to wear the rest? I was already an indecisive person when it came to outfits, how on Earth was I supposed to choose now?

I bit my lip as I looked through the racks once more. I huffed when I still couldn't decide anything, an idea coming to my mind. Maybe if I looked through the shoes or accessories and found some I liked, I could pair whichever dress looked best with them? I thought it was a pretty good plan until I fell in love with four different pairs of shoes and too many Tiffany's necklaces to count. My previous good plan had only made things worse.

I sighed as I sat on the floor in front of my shoe collection, each hand holding a different shoe in two totally different styles. After placing both shoes down, I decided I would ask an expert for their advice. I walked into my bedroom and dug through the colorful Chanel purse for my phone, dialing the one number I had memorized by heart other than my parents', and then pressing the little button that would let me see their face. Surely this person would know what to pick.

Grace picked up on the third ring, apparently relaxing the day away in her bedroom.

"Marie! I'm so happy you called! What's up?" She smiled, her bubbly enthusiasm making me smile. I sighed before taking myself and the phone over to the huge closet, biting my lip as I stared at the clothes again. I prepared myself for Grace's reaction once she would see the beautiful dresses and outfits I now had.

"I need your help." I breathed out, Grace's nose wrinkling up a bit in confusion.

"My help? Sorry Marie, but I don't speak French, I have never been to Paris, we both know you're much smarter than me, and-" I turned the camera so Grace saw my huge closet.

Grace had screamed so hard I feared for my phone's speaker.

A/N: Again, kind of a filler chapter, but I hope you liked it! More action will be coming up in the next few chapters!

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