It’s taken me a spell to sit down and write this. I just wasn’t sure how to approach the story. The word “princess” does not always carry a positive connotation in today’s world where women still struggle to overcome certain stereotypes that hold us back in the workplace. However, when coming from the lips of an older gentleman who had recently lost his wife, I knew there was no need to hesitate over the intended meaning of the word.
Kylie. When the perfect little princess comes into the store, I want you to give her that purse. You’ll know who she is.”
Danny called and asked me if I’d be interested in a collection of Coach, Dooney and Bourke and an assortment of other top-brand purses. Of course I was! He came by that same day. While I referred to him as “older”; his smile, effervescent personality and physique defied labeling him with an age. There was a jovial kindness to his nature that was appealing and contagious. I went through his collection and purchased all but one — a small wooden box purse. A quick bit of research revealed that I had a vintage piece on my hands that I could easily sell for $85. I told him I had decided against it, because as beautiful as it was, I was not sure it would sell in my store.
We agreed on terms and I cut him a check. I was about to hand him the purse when he said, “Kylie. When the perfect little princess comes into the store, I want you to give it to her. You’ll know who she is.” I was taken aback not only by his generosity, but by his trust; and I was honored by it.
I turned my princess radar on.We really don’t get a lot of little girls in the store, which made it even more interesting when just a couple of days later a mother and daughter came in. A dazzling jean jacket in the display window that had caught the child’s eye. So, indeed it was the little girl who chose that moment to come in, neither had ever been to reFresh before. She was exceptionally polite. She asked if I thought the jacket would fit her. It was a size two, so it was conceivable. I pulled it off the mannequin and she tried it on. She wrapped it around her in a warm hug. Alas, it was too large for her. She was disappointed, but handled it with the calm grace of . . . well, a princess.
Her curious eyes began to survey the store with it’s glittering chandeliers and displays, stopping from time to time to alight upon a particularly beautiful item. It was clear to me that she had a deep appreciation for beauty for one of such a young age; I’d guess her to be between seven and nine. Danny was right. I knew.
“I have something I’d like you to see,” I said as I went to the back to get the princess’ prize. I wasn’t about to give it to someone who did not love it. The moment she saw it her eyes flickered with the light of delight. I told her the story about the kind man who had made the very special request, and handed it to her. She was utterly shocked and I could see she realized the value of the gift — not its financial value, but the fact that someone had set aside a special gift for a special person, and that she was its recipient.
Her name is Sophia. I certainly believe that this will be a tale I will long remember — the tale of Danny and his princess, Sophia.
Thank you, Danny. You know who you are.
Kylie Addison Sabra