Two Worlds Apart

Chapter 2

It's been two weeks after Mrs Gloria's wedding and I was surprised to see how many patronage I got after that. Everyone seemed to love her wedding dress it was all over the social media, it was trending like you would not belive

I was so proud of myself

I was sure Mrs Gloria recommended me to them, I was getting calls non-stop since last week and it's been stressful yes but I need the money and i think making clothes for people with the same status as Mrs Gloria should get me that.

"Courtney, your phone's ringing" Sophia yells from the living room

I was already too concentrated on what I was sewing to get up. I didn't exactly have a shop of my own, so every sewing I did took place in my room. I had my machine, fabrics, mannequin, threads, needles and all but not enough money for a shop yet.

"Please can you get it for me?" I yell back

I didn't hear her say anything, only the sound of her foot steps heading to my direction and then she opened the door

"Here" she hands it over to me

"Thanks" I looked at my screen to see an unknown number, probably another patronage

"Hello?" I pick up

"Hello is this Courtney Jones, the seamstress?" A feminine voice said

"Yes this is she" I put off my machine

"Okay I got your number from Gloria and I would like a dress" she said

"Oh alright no problem, what kind of dress?" I sit up straight

"I'm not sure yet"

"Um...okay how about you give me your address and tomorrow I can come over and help pick one and also take your measurement" I suggested

"Okay that will be fine I'll just text you my address"

"Alright then but before anything else, who am I speaking with?" I just remembered I didn't know

"Barbara Martinez"

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"Barbara Martinez, you were speaking to Barbara Martinez?" She said with folded arms, I could here the disbelief in her voice almost like she didn't belive me

I stopped sewing and turned to her "Yes I was, I don't believe it either Soph" I'm going to make a dress for one of the richest and most important women in Los Angeles

How did my life take such a turn?

"Courtney do you know what this means? This could be a huge turn for you, a huge turn, you have to keep the Martinez as a customer, you might finally be able to get your shop"

"I know I know, but what if she's disappointed" my shoulders falls, I couldn't help but think about that

"Disappointed? Why?"

"Well because she's rich and I'm not exactly a fashion designer or any of those wealthy seamstresses so If my appearance doesn't really dazzle her?" It came to my thought because I've lost a lot of wealthy Clients that way, once they see my appearance or find out that I don't exactly make my clothes at fashion studio, they tell me to forget it

It's really devastating actually

"Screw that" she crouches in front of me "it's not suppose to be about your appearance but about your talent, you sew way better than some of those fashion designers and the only reason you don't have a fashion studio is because you don't have the money yet emphasis on the yet trust me, you'll get there" she places both her hands on my knees "alright?"

"Alright" I gave a faint smile. "Thanks"

"No probs, now get back to sewing" she gets up and heads towards the door

I put my machine back on and continue sewing. I do hope she isn't bothered about physical appearance because I really really need this to work out.

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I woke up early the next day and kept pondering on the thoughts of being Mrs Martinez seamstress, it still felt like a dream.

I didn't know what was more exciting sewing for her or being known by her, it was all so exciting
     A few hours later I received a message with her address boldly written on it, was this really happening?

Immediately I saw the message, i jump off my bed and head to the bathroom to take a shower. I need to make a great first impression.

After my bath I pick out a yellow fled floral print gown, I matched it up with brown sandals and I picked up my Black cross bag

"You leaving?" I turned around to see Sophia at the door

"Yeah yeah I just got the address" I say as I pick up my phone from my nightstand

"Look at you all dressed up, you look great" she said looking me from head to toe

"We're talking about Mrs Martinez, The lady Martinez I have to make a great first impression" I would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous

I was very nervous

"Do I really look okay?" I asked her doubtfully

"You really do, go blow her mind, besides you should impress her with your sewing skills not dressing skills although you still look great" she said with a smile

"I'm really scared" I said nervously

" it's only natural that you would be, we're talking Martinez here"

I sigh "wish me luck"

"You don't need it you'll be great"

I sure hope so