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borgiafataleIt seemed as if everyone Lucrezia knew was having a wedding or having a baby. Though she was only twenty-six and had already had two weddings herself, so perhaps she shouldn't complain about the showers. Besides, she actually enjoyed shopping for gifts... though for the baby showers, somewhat less.
Borgias did not do registries. So she was currently exiting a boutique on Oxford Street, where she had picked up a custom engraved pacifier with a curling "A" for Aragon on it. The gift was for some cousin or other of Allan's.
As Lucrezia prepared to hail a cab, the young shop clerk hurried out, holding up a slip of paper. "Mrs. Aragon, you forgot your receipt," she said with a little smile, and Lucrezia thanked her politely. She was accustomed to people calling her by her husband's name since she often used his credit cards, but she had actually not legally changed it. She'd gone back to Borgia from Sforza after her divorce, and she'd decided that changing her name twice was quite enough. Not that she expected this marriage to end, but... Allan hadn't put up a fight. Allan never put up a fight about anything.
As the store clerk went back into the shop, she turned from the doorway and smiled again, offering a pleasant, "Oh, and congratulations, Mrs. Aragon," before closing the door behind her.
Lucrezia felt her heart sink coldly in her chest at the clerk's assumption that she was pregnant. It brought a wave of unexpected emotion with it, and the strength of her own reaction startled her as much as anything else. One of her shopping bags slipped from her fingers and some items from a bath boutique down the street fell to the sidewalk at her feet - including a glass bottle of bath salts that broke and sent the sweet smell of rosemary and mint wafting up. Cursing quietly in Italian (which constituted the most useful Italian she'd learned from her first husband), she bent down carefully in her pencil skirt and began to retrieve everything as well as the (thankfully large) shards of glass so that no one hurt themselves due to her clumsiness.
Borgias did not do registries. So she was currently exiting a boutique on Oxford Street, where she had picked up a custom engraved pacifier with a curling "A" for Aragon on it. The gift was for some cousin or other of Allan's.
As Lucrezia prepared to hail a cab, the young shop clerk hurried out, holding up a slip of paper. "Mrs. Aragon, you forgot your receipt," she said with a little smile, and Lucrezia thanked her politely. She was accustomed to people calling her by her husband's name since she often used his credit cards, but she had actually not legally changed it. She'd gone back to Borgia from Sforza after her divorce, and she'd decided that changing her name twice was quite enough. Not that she expected this marriage to end, but... Allan hadn't put up a fight. Allan never put up a fight about anything.
As the store clerk went back into the shop, she turned from the doorway and smiled again, offering a pleasant, "Oh, and congratulations, Mrs. Aragon," before closing the door behind her.
Lucrezia felt her heart sink coldly in her chest at the clerk's assumption that she was pregnant. It brought a wave of unexpected emotion with it, and the strength of her own reaction startled her as much as anything else. One of her shopping bags slipped from her fingers and some items from a bath boutique down the street fell to the sidewalk at her feet - including a glass bottle of bath salts that broke and sent the sweet smell of rosemary and mint wafting up. Cursing quietly in Italian (which constituted the most useful Italian she'd learned from her first husband), she bent down carefully in her pencil skirt and began to retrieve everything as well as the (thankfully large) shards of glass so that no one hurt themselves due to her clumsiness.
