━━━━━━━━━━━━━White. All I see around me is white. It's not the kind of white you see on pages of books, or on mesh clothes. Not the kind of white you see on painted walls or piano keys. It's the kind of white which would glow whenever light fell on it. I was blinded and due to the brightness and couldn't even figure out the shape of the objects around me. I immediately closed my eyes as if it was a reflex. And everything around me turned dark.
A second or two passed maybe, and light hit my face. I opened my eyes, I was laying down on my bed, I was dreaming. I sit up to see the gleaming city of Milan right in front of my eyes.
I got out of my bed and walked towards the glass window. Instead of concrete walls, it was covered in glass from head to toe. I was at a hotel. As I stood near the edge and looked down I could roughly guess I was at the twenty something floor.
I could see cars moving around looking like small specks of dust, gleaming as morning sunlight hit the top. People were bustling in and out of buildings. I wonder what each of their stories hold. Everything seems so small when I am so high above and I think to myself, will my big problems look small like this if I look at it from high enough? Probably not.
As I was drowned in my own thoughts, I heard a quiet knock on the door which brought me back to my senses. "Come in", I replied. The door creaked open as one of my assistants stepped in. "Good morning miss", she bowed. "Good morning". "Sorry for disturbing you, but you have a brunch date with one of the ambassadors." I let out a small sigh. Here it goes again.
The everyday life of a workaholic fashion designer. Yes I am a fashion designer and yes I am only 20. When I was 17, I was accepted at one of the most prestigious fashion designing universities in France. Though I was not of age yet.
I did not apply for it, they found me through an online site where I posted ideas and drawings regarding fashion designing. They sent me an application through email and asked if I had any interest regarding modern art a.k.a fashion designing. Of course, I said yes, but my parents thought otherwise.
Firstly they didn't want me to study fashion designing at all and they didn't want me to do anything related to the media industry in other words they are very conservative.
They said I needed to study medicine, become a doctor, eventually settle down and lead a quiet life, not gaining attention. But after all the requests and the 'puppy-eyes' they finally agreed on but not 'whole-ly', if I may add....but at least I know they are not happy with me gaining so much attention at such a young age.
But then there's me-
I've got to head to ,France no matter what. And thats where I went. France.
And on the other side of the world yet at the same hotel-
To be continued......
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Authors Note- Hello lovely readers! So this is officially the first chapter of the story and my first story on wattpad therefore there may be frequent mistakes. I apologise for that. If you like the story, vote comment and share. Happy reading! Love, Miyaki
