NEW LOVE

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Waking up to my alarm every morning is probably my favorite thing. You might think that sounds crazy, but I love what I do. I'm a fashion designer I design everything from lingerie, shoe's and clothes for your whole family.

I'm an 23 year old Puerto Rican I moved here when I was 12 with my parents, if you can call them that.

Walking into the bathroom I do my morning routine, checking my phone I see my assistant called and a missed call from my mother. Thinking to myself what could this bruja want getting dressed in my pink baby doll skirt and white blouse and heels. I make my way to my white 2022 Audi E-Tron GT she's such a beauty.

Emily one of my front desk receptionist greets me with a warm smile and favorite coffee. She would make a great wife one day to someone. Catching the private elevator up to my office, I lean against the wall and take a sip of my coffee.

I wonder if ill ever meet someone who will truly love me I know I'm not a lovable person. Getting out of my thoughts I walk into my glass office, In walks my assistant Mario with curly hair that falls beautifully above his brown eyes, with his white Polo shirt; red dress pants that rise above his ankle.

"Catalayla, you have a meeting in 10 minutes with a company who wants a partnership" he says. "Okay do you have any information on this company?" "No, I couldn't find anything on them I think they are just starting out" I see him staring at me, he's a good-looking guy but I'm not into penis. Clearing my throat making his eyes leave my legs I dismiss him and get ready for my meeting.

Walking in I see a guy who's about 6'1 caramel olive skin he's dressed well id say colorful? He has an calm aura around him its inviting. He reaches his hand to mine "Hello, my name is Patrick Scott. I'm actually not here for myself but for one of my siblings"

This catches me by surprise this isn't how this usually goes. "Mmm I'm Catalaya Sanchez, to what do I owe this pleasure" I say "Oh I like you, you're right to the point, well let me not hold you any longer." We both take a seat at the table facing eachother.

"You see I'm a triplet I have two more of me, Paris and Paul we are 20 my sister has been everything to me best friend, mother, hell even father. So she deserves this I set this meeting up to show you my sister work" This has me alittle mind blown but I've always been an open person.

"Okay Patrick what is this work you speak of?" He pulls about a sketch book kinda like the one I had when I first started to sketch. "Paris always put the people she loves ahead of herself she's truly brilliant but has no confidence in herself or her work"

These are absolutely mind blowing the way she mashes up her colors, the diversity of her clothing wow I look up to see him with a huge smile on his face.

"These are amazing" I tell him "Has she ever attended design school?" I ask him he looks down for a second as if ill judge her or dismiss him "Hey" I tell him "no need to feel shame I only ask because her work is of someone with unbelievable talent."

"No she never attended university none of us have, she's a bar tender at a bar downtown Detroit she's been saving for school but we needed the money to get away from.." He Pauses for a minute like he's trying to find the right words "We just needed the money just give her a chance to work with you please"

He really doesn't have to do much convincing I've been convinced since the time he said he's here for his sister. She must be real special to have him go through all of this. "Patrick I would be honored to have your sister work with me I have a busy schedule this week but next week we can set something up."

He jumps up from his chair comes across the table literally comes across the table and hugs me like theres no tomorrow. His embrace doesn't scare me its warming and full of love? Yeah love.

I walk him out after we exchanged contact information again I'm embraced with another one of his loving hugs. I see Mario looking at me with an angry face but he quickly changes his face to a warm smile. "Okay that was weird" I say to myself, maybe I need a new assistant.

I let Mario know to set up a meeting with Paris next week Monday at 10am back in my office I go over emails I hear my phone vibrating in my purse knowing its my mother I choose not to answer. Few seconds later my office phone rings I pick it up without looking and I hear the voice that makes my heart sink. "Mom?"