Dinner was, like everything else on the trip, elegant beyond reason and expensive beyond bank accounts.

I couldn't read anything on the menu, having to rely on Grandfather to translate. I didn't enjoy what I ended up ordering, and my entrée was so small it felt like an appetizer. Dessert was nice, some kind of sweet crepe with whipped cream and fruit. Again, it was rather small. I would have to locate the pantry back at the fancy mansion to fill my poor rumbling stomach up.

Once we returned to Chevalier Mansion, I was instructed to get some rest since I would be accompanying Grandfather to work early in the morning. I managed to get some food in me before I was sent up to my room to get ready for bed. I was surprised to see a pastel dress and white heels had already been laid out for me, my maids speaking in quick French and hurrying to get me to the shower and in my pajamas. I would need to either learn French or get a translator soon, I hated not being able to know what they were saying.

I laid in my heavenly soft bed for the first time that summer wondering what the rest of my vacation would look like in the City of Love, my dreams whisking me away to bliss once I closed my eyes.

~•~

Morning was a blur of motion once I had woken up. It had seemed like I had barely caught my breath before I had brushed my teeth, washed my face, and gotten dressed. My maids had done my hair in loose curls and scolded me when I started walking downstairs barefoot instead of in my heels. Breakfast was more filling than it had been in the restaurant, and once I had finished eating myself, Maurice, Adelaide, and Grandfather all walked out towards a fancy car that awaited us in the garage.

My tired eyes blinked sleepily on the way to Grandfather's work, Adelaide's quick chatter filling the previously quiet car as she informed Grandfather of his tasks for the day and some reminders he may have forgotten.

The streets of Paris were already very busy, full of pedestrians and cars trying to make it to work on time or to a favorite café for morning breakfast. It was barely seven in the morning and people were already up and at it, ready to take on the day. If only I had been born one of those people. I was one to stay under my sheets in my bed all day, and I would do it if I didn't have any responsibilities.

After a short car ride, we pulled up to a building with white pillars and glass windows, a black sign above the door and lights hanging for nighttime. I yawned before getting out of the car, grateful that there wasn't any paparazzi like there had been at the airport. I straightened my dress out and fixed my hair as Grandfather and his assistants got out, hurrying me inside. I didn't even get to see the sign on the door, so I still had no idea what company Grandfather worked for.

The inside of the building was very nice, decorated like those fancy rooms in magazine spreads I would see my mother looking over. We walked over to the elevators, Adelaide pressing the button for the third floor quietly. Even the elevator was fancy, encased in golden trim and fancy mirror walls. The third floor was all gold and peach tones, mixed with a little accent of white. I saw the familiar LV symbol on the walls, my mind still spinning to try and figure out what it meant.

We all walked into an office, Adelaide and Maurice standing by the back of the room while Grandfather insisted I sat in the chair in front of his desk. My eyes looked around the office, seeing awards and certificates on the wall along with more fashion sketches. The LV had returned as an engraving in Grandfather's desk, and it was just killing me to know what it meant.

"Now Marie, there's something I must speak to you about." Grandfather addressed me, sitting down in his leather chair and sighing.

"What is it?" I asked, Grandfather's lips pursing as if he didn't know where to start.

"Our family, the Chevaliers, are very wealthy. I'm sure you're aware of that by now." He spoke slowly, as if I were a child who needed to understand something complex. "But I need you to know just how we earned that wealth."

I stayed quiet, not really sure where this conversation was headed.

"I believe you know your Aunt Cordelia works with a modeling company in New York, and your other Aunt Alice just married a wealthy businessman here in Paris." Grandfather said, my head nodding as I kept up. "The reason your aunts can do that is because I happen to be one of the CEO's of this company."

Grandfather's hands gestured to the LV in the desk.

"And this company is? Sorry, Mom never told me."

Grandfather chuckled a bit. "I can imagine, your mother never did like being in the spotlight." He composed himself with another sigh before revealing the information I had yearned for the past day.

"The Chevalier family earned its fortune because I am one of the CEO's of Louis Vuitton."

I froze once I heard Louis Vuitton, the air in the room suddenly getting colder and my voice catching in my throat.

Wait...Grandfather, my grandfather, was a CEO of Louis Vuitton? He was one of the CEO's of one of the biggest fashion houses in the world? This was completely unexpected. Sure, I knew he was wealthy and well-known around the world, but I didn't think that was because of fashion. My guess that he had made his fortune off of finances, which was only partially correct.

My head was spinning, the high dollar furniture and clothing all around me suddenly seeming suffocating. I shook my head slowly as my eyes took in everything: the fancy dress I wore, the high dollar mansion, the paparazzi, everything. All of it came from Louis Vuitton. Louis Vuitton had given the Chevalier family it's fortune, and I only just now found out.

This was all a bit overwhelming. My eyes were wide as I but my lip and looked around, trying to steady my breathing. Louis Vuitton. My grandfather was a CEO of Louis Vuitton. The Louis Vuitton. I didn't belong in such a place, I belonged to a simple middle class American family that could hardly afford to give me a car until Dad was sure he could pay for it and my college.

This world, with me sitting in a fancy golden chair in Louis Vuitton's headquarters in Paris, was not one I belonged in.

I suddenly stood to my feet, surprising everyone in the room. Adelaide and Maurice were looking at me questionably, the fashion assistants stopped their chatter, and Grandfather seemed a bit worried.

"Marie?" He asked carefully, my mouth racing ahead of my mind.

"M-May I be excused? I need to go to the restroom." I blurted out, Grandfather nodding his head in understanding.

"Of course. Go down the hallway, make a right and you'll be there." He instructed, my feet flitting away quickly. I needed to get out of all this rich people stuff. Adelaide tried to stop me at the door, but finally let me go when Grandfather ordered her to.

I ran down the hallway, my white heels and pastel dress making the task a bit more difficult than I would've liked. Louis Vuitton, my mind kept repeating, your grandfather lives like a king because of Louis Vuitton.

I still couldn't believe it. Louis Vuitton? Out of all companies in the world, Louis Vuitton!

I was in such a hurry I didn't even have time to react when I rounded the corner and ran right into someone.

My fall wasn't at all graceful. I ran into the person so hard I literally rebounded off of them and landed on my butt in front of them on the cold floor.

My legs had flown out in front of me and my hands had reached behind me to stop my fall. I made some kind of noise that sounded like half-squeak, half-angry yell before my wide eyes had looked up.

I had ran into a man, more than likely one of the models by the way he was dressed. Boots led to black skinny jeans made his legs look like they were perfectly sculpted by God himself, a long lean torso covered by a strange printed shirt and a black jacket looking extremely valuable and high dollar. But none of his clothing compared to the beauty of his face.

His eyes were like roughly cut emeralds, vibrant and bright against his slightly tanned skin. He had longer hair to his shoulders that curled a bit at the ends and plump lips that were agape at the sight of my fall. My admiration was cut short by him holding his hand out to me.

He spoke a whole bunch of fluent French that quickly was lost in translation to me. My eyes were wide, my cheeks already flushed, and now all I wanted to do was go hide somewhere dark and secret and never see him again.

"Uh...Sorry." I spoke quickly, the man chuckling as he took my hand and helped me up.

"No, I'm sorry. I should've seen where I was going." He apologized in English, and dear Lord his voice was deep and husky and just beautiful with his French accent.

"Uh...um..." I was unable to form a coherent sentence, stuck halfway between awe and major embarrassment. My only answer was to quickly get up and try and escape into the restroom, which was conveniently located to the left of me.

I quickly scrambled towards the door, tripping over my heels a bit before stumbling into the restroom. The man started to say something, but I ignored him as I escaped my embarrassment and closed the restroom door behind me. I breathed a sigh of relief as I leaned against the door, closing my eyes for a moment before opening them to find...urinals?

Why would the girl's restroom hav-oh no.

As if my embarrassment couldn't get any worse. I had stumbled into the men's restroom.

How was I supposed to get myself out of this? Maybe the man had left and I could just slip into the next one?

As luck would have it, when I opened the restroom door just a crack and peeked out, the man was still there. Dimples popped as he laughed at me, shaking his head a bit as I blushed and stepped out.

"The women's is next door." The man laughed and pointed, my head ducked down and I slipped into the women's restroom, wanting to die of embarrassment immediately.

A/N: Harry's here, yay! Please be sure to vote and comment! -Maddie