𝖎𝖓𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊.

005.

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BRIDAL COLLECTION, THAT'S YOUR idea?" One of the most obnoxious voices she had ever heard coming from someone she despised dearly spoke with a slight tone of attitude toward her, Estella looking up slowly, so ready to bring her fist across her jaw.

"Yes, Kaitlyn-a bridal collection, as I said and it will be finalized," Estella turned her face away from the Promethean board, raising her eyebrow. "My father's brand is based around a variety of styles, and if I choose to create another collection that will not only sell out but will be the best of the best, then that's what will happen. Now if there's a problem, and I hope there isn't because please remember who you're talking to-then I suggest you go with the flow and keep your mouth shut."

The blonde rolled her eyes, flicking her short hair over her shoulders while Estella tried as best as she could to keep her distance, her father shaking his head and snickering under his breath, her mother doing the same, picking up her glass of tea and sipping it, gazing at her with shady eyes. Everyone along the table was silent, Estella nodding her head once before she clicked on the remote in her palm, going over a few more designs she had sketched.

"Not only will this collection revolve around the elegance of weddings, but it will revolve around how the bride should feel in the dresses we create. Every figure matters, as usual. Tonight, as a team, I want everyone to come up with their dream gown. As for the fellas, we're doing attire for the men. Sketch what you can, make it breathtakingly appealing. "You are dismissed."

As everyone arose from their seats, her father walked in front of her with a huge smile on his face, taking both her hands in his. "Sweetheart, I am so proud of you. You amaze me every time with that brilliant mind of yours."

Estella smiles back. "Thanks, Dad. And really, it's nothing. But what I want to know is why haven't you fired little miss bitch fit yet?"

"Star, language." Her mother scolded her with a laugh.

"But Ma' she is a bitch." She stomped her foot. Not wanting to be childish about it, she was just fed up.

"I agree one-hundred percent." Her father pats her cheek. "But I can't fire someone just because you don't like them. That's not how we do business. Plus, she's nowhere near your level, all you gotta do is ignore her. I mean, come on, she's irrelevant. Also, you're the creative director, don't let her get to you and don't let her make you see her as competition."

"Yeah, you're right, I guess. But still, she got one more time before I beat the living hell out of her-again." She threatened with a serious look.

"And I won't be there to help because I'll tell the police I saw nothing." Her father jokes, Evelyn coming beside the two of them and pulling them in for a hug.

"I love you guys. Now, we should take this back home for dinner." Evelyn had suggested but Estella was too busy looking down at her phone when she felt it buzz in her palm.

HARRY
How about my place? 6 pm? I have red wine and fruit. Also, a few classic Disney movies.

ESTELLA
Mmm, is there more to it?

HARRY
Why you so picky, woman?

ESTELLA
I'm picky. You should know this by now. I deserve the best. I'm a princess.