Imagine Us In Paris

Chapter 5 - Dwarefs Boutique

      When she walked out the apartment, the sun was shining over the top of the Paris buildings, and there was a soft gentle breeze circulating through the air. A lovely day for a walk, she thought to her self as the usual smell of croissants infiltrated her nose.  Unfortunately, it was far too long for Thea to walk, so she walked to the nearest bus stop and waited there for the number 27 bus to arrive. She was only stood there about 5 minutes before the bus came but she wished it was longer, she was enjoying the sunny weather, they didn't get much of that in England. Thea loved getting on the bus though, she loved to see different people from different paths of life. People who would curl up in a corner with headphones in, those that would try and have a conversation with every single person that got on the bus, and those couples that you would think are purposefully being cute just to make you feel alone.

    It was a 15 minute bus drive, and took you round all the backstreets and hidden gems Paris had to offer. Even though she had seen it all before, it still amazed her. She couldn't believe that this was her home.  After 15 minutes she reached the bus stop closest to the Dwarefs Boutique offices. It was only a 5 minute walk to her place of work, and with every step she took the butterflies increased until she felt she could no longer walk. As she got to the front of the building, she looked up in awe. It was a 25 story high, glass building, and Dwarefs Boutique was at the very top. She walked through the doors and walked towards the elevator. The bottom floor wasn't very impressive,it had plain grey floors with matching grey walls, and at the end was two elevators stood looking at the rest of the room. Thea got into the elevator, her laptop bag in one hand, and her Starbucks coffee in the other that Sofía had gone to get whilst she was in the shower and pressed the number 25 button.

Thea felt  that she was in the elevator for ages, it was taking it's sweet time she thought as she checked her appearance in the mirror behind her. Then the elevator came to a sudden stop, she was here. Okay smile, Thea thought to herself as the doors opened. She couldn't believe her eyes as she stepped out onto the glossy grey laminate floor. Windows encased the whole top floor, allowing the Paris sun to dance around in the offices. Mannequins covered in different, vibrant fabrics were placed around the room with more than 3 people gathered by each one. Desks with the newest technology were placed evenly around the room , and in the far right hand corner, was a square glass office that Thea assumed was Miss Silvia Dwarefs. Miss Silvia Dwaref is the granddaughter of Theas biggest idol, and also the founder of Dwarefs Boutique, Flair Dwarefs.

Thea walked up to the front desk, trying her best not to fall or trip in her heels. For some reason that was all she had been thinking about. At the desk there was a blonde haired girl. She had bright blue eyes that twinkled in the sun, and tanned skin. A mole was on her right check just underneath her eye, and when she smiled two dimples formed on her face. "Hi do you have an appointment" Said the girl with a bright smile on her face. "Urm I don't have an appointment, i'm the new intern," Replied the brown haired girl. The blond haired girl looked confused, Thea instantly started to come up with all the negative scenarios in her head, Did she come on the wrong day, was there not an intern job, was she at the wrong place. Before she could think of anymore, the girl had picked up her walkie talkie and pressed the button. "Miss Dwaref" she said in her French accent, "the intern has arrived." Thea felt a sigh of relief, before she remembered she was about to meet Miss Silvia Dwarefs. This was the most nervous she had ever felt, it is what she had been nervous about the whole time. Miss Dwaref didn't exactly have a reputation of being kind and caring. In a magazine article, she had been described as being harsh and forward, and a person that doesn't care about anyone's emotions. Thea had always been quite sensitive, and the thought of being told she has rubbish ideas gives her a lump in her throat. This impression meant everything, if Miss Dwarefs didn't like her then she would never get anywhere.

    Thea heard the glass doors opened and when she turned around there was a tall elegant lady walking out. The lady had long wavy grey hair, which she tied up in a neat bun at the back of her head. She had a elegant face structure with not a wrinkle in sight, and her black tight fit clothes complimented her hourglass figure perfectly. Right from the off she could see why people were scared of her, this woman was pure perfection. It would make any person feel intimidated. As she walked closer she could start to see the intricate details on her dress and the smell of cinnamon and vanilla started to swirl around her nostrils. She stopped dead still in front of Thea and looked her up and down. Thea felt like she was being scanned from all angles and when she looked up, mrs Dwarefs had her hand held out. Thea shook her hand then followed her to her new desk. It was right outside Mrs Dwarefs office, Thea was gobsmacked. On the advert for the job, it said an intern but not for who. She couldn't believe she was going to be an intern for Mrs Silvia Dwarefs herself. "Please get out your stuff and set up your desk, I expect complete perfection, meaning I don't want to find you desk messy...ever!" Spoke Mrs Dwarefs in her strong and graceful French accent. Thea nodded back absolutely in awe and replied "that won't be a problem." Mrs Dwarefs gave her a smug look and then walked back into her office.

After an hour, Thea had completely set up her desk. She followed Mrs Dwarefs instructions and everything was set out in a neat and orderly fashion. Each pen was in colour order with her apple MacBook placed perfectly in the middle . She sat down and looked around, absolutely in awe on the place and the people that worked there. She had never seen so many unique and intense styles all in one place before and she loved it. Every single person had a original style, and there was not one person that looked similar.

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The elevator doors opened, and as Thea turned around... she couldn't believe who she saw...