Saved and Saving: The Single Daddy CEO

Chapter Six

Tiselle

I followed Asralyn to her suite, which was also located on the fifth floor. On the walk there, she called two of the local apparel shops and requested their finest items to be brought to her suite for a personal viewing.

When she finished with the calls, Asralyn told me about how she didn’t like being any higher than the fifth floor unless she was flying on a plane, so she had them remodel two suites and turn them into one huge suite for whenever she or her husband are staying there. I was curious as to why, but couldn’t muster up the nerve to ask her.

When we walked into the suite, my jaw nearly hit the pristine floor below me that was made of selene onyx pearl floor tiles. It was so pretty, I couldn’t bring myself to actually step onto it without first stepping out of my worn black slip-ons. The suite was beautifully decorated in mostly white decor with hints of light pink that perfectly matched the flooring.

The couch in the living room was covered with white leather, and there was a matching recliner to the right of the small square end table that separated them. There was another end table at the opposite end of the couch, and they were both made with a beautifully etched glass top and a metal base that was painted to match the flooring.

We walked past the living room and down the hall to the third door on the left. When Asralyn opened the door, my eyes were met with a lovely shade of lilac on the walls and plush cream-colored carpet.

There was a canopy bed in the middle of the room with a cream-colored chiffon curtain that was pulled back at all four corners, allowing me to see the beautifully hand-crafted quilt, decorating the top of the bed. Below the quilt was a matching cream-colored comforter covering the bed along with the pillows.

Asralyn offered to help me out of my coat, then she draped it over the back of her vanity chair that was positioned to the left of the bed. As she walked away from the vanity, she asked, “Would you like something to drink,” but I didn’t need a drink, so I politely declined.

Asralyn walked over to the wide cushioned bench at the end of the bed and plopped down, then she patted the spot beside her, motioning for me to join. It felt weird to be in such a nice suite, but it was too late to back out now, so I did the only thing I could and sat down beside her.

Once I was seated, Asralyn asked, “Are you from around here?”

I could feel myself blush as I answered, “Kind of, but not exactly. My sister and I were forced to move here to live with a set of foster parents at the age of 15. I left three years later to attend college in Chicago, but my sister stayed here for college. That is the only reason why I came back here, to be honest.”

“Foster home? I’m sorry to hear that. What happened to your parents? If you don’t mind me asking,” she inquired further.

I shrugged my shoulders and answered, “Don’t know. We were found as infants, and nobody has ever been able to tell us who our biological parents are.”

“What do you mean, you were found?” Asralyn asked in a super dramatic way.

“From what we’ve been told, we were found behind a dumpster. I don’t even know if Tiselle is actually supposed to be my name. They only call me that because of this bracelet,” I explained, holding out my good arm to show Asralyn the bracelet on my wrist.

One of the few good foster parents we had actually put in some effort to make our childhood a little better. Shelly was our foster mom and Samson was our foster dad. They took our bracelets to a jeweler and had them resized so that we could continue to wear them.

We had outgrown the tiny infant bracelets years ago, but none of our previous foster parents gave a crap about us or our desire to keep wearing the bracelets. The bracelets were the only thing we had to connect us to our birth parents, and they were precious to me and Giselle.

I was just finishing explaining the bracelet and names to Asralyn, when one of her personal servants stepped in to announce the arrival of clothing. She clapped her hands and squealed in excitement, just like an excited child would do, and I couldn’t help but to giggle at her.

“What?” she asked with her eyes wide and innocent-looking, then she cheerfully admitted, “I just love shopping for new clothes! Let’s try them all on,” she added, jumping to her feet.

After grabbing my hands and pulling me to my feet, Asralyn practically dragged me over to the closest rack of clothing and pulled out the first dress. She held it up to me and scrunched up her nose before grumbling, “This simply isn’t the right one.”

She did that with a few more before pulling out a gown that I recognized. I gasped in surprise at the sight of one of my designs. “No way,” I breathed out, in utter amazement.

Asralyn looked over the exquisite silver gown adorned with little rhinestones that formed a flower pattern, then she pulled the tag out and read the designer label. A stream of French words left her mouth, as she quickly closed the gap between us, holding the gown out to me.

It was the first time I had gotten to see this gown in its full beauty. Sure, I created the designs, but I have no talent when it comes to sewing and things of that sort. Whoever was in charge of sewing and putting the rhinestones on, did a stunning job.

“Go put it on! I insist,” Asralyn instructed, pointing me toward her huge walk-in closet.

I beamed a genuine smile at this woman, who was being so kind to me and rushed into the closet. It was a nice change from what I had experienced most of my life, and I was grateful, especially considering the timing and all.