Anson works as a clothes designer for a company owned by his father's friend.
Charles works as a janitor, recently hired for the same company.
At first they hate each other but soon other feelings get involved😏
I nod and I can feel tears streaming down my face. I really don't know how I'd do this without him.
With no thinking whatsoever, I put my hands around he waist, bury my face in his shoulder and let him hug and comfort me. Before letting go he quickly kisses my forehead and whispers: "For good luck."
I smile and wipe my cheeks. "Okay, let's do this." I take him to the far corner of the room and to the dress, covered in veil. "Ready?" He nods excitedly and I show him the dress.
Charles's POV
"Whoa! That looks nice. Like super nice. What's that material? It feels really nice." I can't stop watching and touching the miraculous thing I'm supposed to wear, until he slaps my hand and strictly says: "Please, just get dressed so I can fix if something isn't okay. Quickly please." I do as he says.
Dress description:
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It's designed similairly to the picture above, with left side being mid-thigh long (so longer than the right side). It's made of somwhat silky material with color/print similair to the picture below. For details - use imagination😉
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Charles's POV continues
I'm dressed and my face feels all sorts of weird. I never had make-up on before and I don't think I'll ever put it on again. "I think the suit fits you perfectly. Do you think it needs any changes to fit better?" "I think it fits perfectly. Did you secretly take my measures?" He blushes big time. "Not exactly... I just did it by the feeling."
I smile to him. "Well in that case I think you did great." Sadly I can't hug him cause it could wrinkle what I'm wearing, so I just pat his shoulder.
Anson's POV
The show has started. The introduction of the designers is over amd the first models are on the stage. We're behind it, watching on a huge screen what's happening, so we know who's next.
Every designer has their own theme and the final clothing is supposed to represent and finish their cycle. Therefore when their last model walks down the lane, the designer comes to stand at the edge of it and watch his final work. Then they leave together and that's how the viewers know it's time for another theme.
Our first model walks out, all the others lined up to follow her, Charles and me standing and the end. Here we go...
He holds my hand which surprises me. "Just breathe," he says in a calming voice. "You did great. They're gonna love it." He smiles, I nod (smiling as well) and squeeze his hand. "Just don't fall," I say back to him and his face turns pale, which makes me teasingly laugh at him. He lets go of my hand and acts like he's pouting. "I know you'll be great." I leaned closer to whisper that and then it's almost our turn to go. So we put on our biggest smiles and slowly start walking.
Charles's POV
There are so many people I don't even know where to look. Then I remember the advice from one of the models: "Make eye contact with one person on the side when you come out, then look straight forward and smile, repeat when you turn around. Don't try to look at everyone cause you will trip and fall." So I smile, look ahead, and do my besf to not make it too obvious that I am no model.
Walking back towards the curtain there's Anson waiting for me, which reminds me it's almost over. He seems content so my smile gets wider and I almost forget to think about placing my feet correctly. I stop by him (as instructed), hold out my elbow for him to hold and escort him to backstage where other models are already lined up.
We wait for everyone to come back so we can go for one last walk. All the models except the ones who are wearing the final dresses take a walk and when they return, five of us go and walk along the five designers. When we finally return as well, I can get out of the suit, clean my face and congratulate my boyfriend for a great show by hugging him.
Anson's POV
I fold all of the clothes I designed and put them in prepared boxes to be shipped to the clothes-gallery where they'll be shown until they're sold. Except for Charles's suit. That one I cover in veil again and take it to the boss' office where it'll wait for next months charity auction.
When I'm done, I watch as models and other designers leave, while I wait for Charles to clean up. I know he's supposed to carry all the boxes down to the mail room so they can be sent out tomorrow. And since I can see he's still busy with putting away the chairs, tying the curtains and so on, I start taking boxes to the room myself.
I'm down to four (which means I have to make two more trips) when he's done and he's surprised there are almost no boxes left. We take the last few and lock everything up.
I only now think of Pam and how long I haven't talked to her. First she went for a trip to some beach country (didn't say where), now she's at her parent's house cause she got some weird skin disease. I don't know much about it, since we only talked on the phone and all she said was that she isn't coming to work for some time. Which was kind of sad. I mean I didn't miss her all the time, cause I also had been at home, and when I came back I worked as hard as I could. Now that it's all quiet again, with no major projects, just the usual one time clients, it'll get more lonely working without her. I hope she's back soon.
Charles's POV
He seems sad. I drove him home and he hasn't said anything since we carried the boxes. I wonder what he's thinking about. Is he even gonna invite me in or am I supposed to just leave?
************************************ I'm sorry if last time I said something else about where Pam went, I kind of forgot about her...😬🤦♀️ I know, not very responsible of me, but I didn't feel like reading 5+ chapters to remember what I did with her... Oops?
