Chapter 5. Introducing Ella Woods

Summer entered the boutique on Fifth avenue. She felt rather out of place as she looked at the woman who were elegantly dressed in skirts, blouses and summer dresses stood like wall flowers.

Summer had pulled on a jeans and tank top which she had left at her dad's place two holidays ago.

The sales assistant looked at her, rolling her eyes she snapped her fingers for a smaller ,fatter version of herself to join her.

Summer looked at the snooty woman and thought that she has requested the snowball next to her to assist her. To Summer's surprise, she requested the woman to call security.

"Shoplifter alert." She said loudly and all eyes in the store fell on Summer.

Summer stood frozen. This was the first time in her life she was labeled a thief and in public just because of her dressing. Did th way one dressed, define their character?

A few minutes later the sales assistant walked towards her with the security," Here she is. This lady is here to shoplift. Get her out of the store."

Summer felt a tight grip on her hands as the security guard placed her hands behind her back and began to drag her to the exit.

"Wait. What are you doing?" Sheffield Dunn, the homosexual stylist of the store started to shout. He had heard the commotion and rushed out of his office." Unhand her!"

" You want security to unhand a thief?" The taller sales consultant questioned.

" You two imbiciles. Do you know who she is?" Sheffield asked.

" Yes. Some low life scum from the Bronx!" She clicked her tongue and the snowball consultant giggled.

" Miss Ray. Apologies for their behaviour." Sheffield said as he looped her arm in his.

"Miss Ray? "The two women stood in shock before reacting." Miss Ray I am so sorry. Please do not tell your father. We beg you."

Summer disappeared without a word into Sheffield's office. He had an entire rack made for her. She browsed through the items hanging on the rack and picked up a red silk , knee length dress with a tie up lace.

" You know that no one is supposed to know it's me, right?" Summer asked.

" Everyone is sworn to secrecy. We all want to have our heads and our jobs!" Sheffield held up a contract paper.

She looked in the mirror once she had changed and liked what she saw. A pair of kitten heels, black with a small red bow adorned her feet and she clicked and clacked as she walked across the room as if she was modelling.

"Oh honey. You look like a giraffe on roller skates. Those heels beating down on the tiles like a horse galloping. Let me show you how it's done." Sheffield laughed.

He stood next to her and adjusted her posture.

He strutted around the room and she followed.

"You hear that?" Sheffield asked placing his hand cupped to his ear.

"Hear what?" Summer asked curiously.

"Exactly! You hear nothing. Your heels aren't digging holes in the floor." Sheffield grinned.

Summer laughed and thanked him from the bottom of her heart, had he not come out in time , she would have been thrown to the curb.

" I will have the entire wardrobe sent to your dad's place by the end of the day." Sheffield waved her good bye.

When she exited the fashion office, the sales consultants looked as if their jaws were going to touch the floor. She was not the same girl they had seen earlier, she was now elegant and classy.

They rushed over to Summer, bombarding her with compliments.

" Look ladies. I have no intention of telling my father so you can go on about your day as normal but if you do that to another customer. Judge them with thinking. I will tell him to roll back on that camera!" Summer smiled and left the shop.

Those girls reminded her of Brook, not only by their blonde hair but by their attitudes.

The next stop was a fancy restaurant. Her father told her this was the most important meeting she has today.

Looking at her gold watch, it was almost one o clock when she walked through the doors of the Ella Woods , house of good food. The place was quite busy, and a simple wave from a table from the far end caught her attention. " So this is it Summer." Summer whispered to herself and took a step forward.

"Sorry, Madame. Do you have a reservation?" The petite blonde spoke in an almost French accent.

" I am meeting someone here." Summer pointed." The man that waving from the far end."

"No dear, he is flagging a waitress." She held a straight expression with no smile." His name? "

"Whose name?" Summer was confused.

" The person you are meeting?" She asked." Please step aside so other guests can come in."

" Give me a few minutes. I just need to make a quick call." Summer called up her dad." I am meeting Mr Hunt."

"Alright. Walk down the passage. Table number three." The lady directed her.

As Summer took a seat across the chubby bald man, he slid an envelope across the table.

Picking up the envelope she looked at the contents. It was her new identity.

"Ella Woods? You have got to kidding me. I am named after a restaurant. Is this some sort of joke?" Summer asked Mr Hunt.

He smiled," correction my dear. A restaurant is named after you. Who do you think owns this restaurant?"

" Are you kidding me? This is mine?" Summer asked. She looked around the elegantly designed restaurant. The modern look with a splash of antique made it exquisite.

"Welcome to the world of the rich. I am sure you will like it here in Palm beach, Miss Ella Woods."