"𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐫𝐤! 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮!" ~ 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭
Fashion Designer, Autumn Benet, comes to New York for NYFW and NBA Player, Nic Claxton is in a show for Yves Saint Laurent. Before the s...
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the tillary hotel , brooklyn, new york FASHION WEEK
"Have you figured out what you're going to wear for tonight yet?" Penelope asked as she sorted through her suitcase, searching for her camera.
"Not at all..." I mumbled, nervously pacing the room.
My nerves were on the highest scale they could possibly be on, and I just couldn't sit down for the life of me. This week was my debut at Fashion Week for the pieces I designed for a Yves Saint Laurent, and my mind was simply all over the place. I had been so focused on this line that I made and making plans for my time here in New York that I couldn't keep my head on straight. I haven't eaten in four days, which means I can't wear the dress I was originally going to wear, so I have to come up with an alternative—not having much luck with that.
"Girl," Paisley says, placing her flat-iron down and placing her hand on her hip. "What you need to do, is sit down, breathe, and hell, pray."
Whining, I plopped down on the floor and rested my head on Penelope's shoulder, letting out a deep sigh, "Girl, I been praying so much that my knees had blisters on 'em! I just need everything to go right, because...Lord knows, I cannot lose out on an opportunity like this."
"You're not gonna lose out," Josiah says, taking off his headset and slamming the PS5 controller down on the counter. "I HATE THIS GAME! SHIT! Anyways—you're not gonna lose out, Autti, trust."
"And when you walk out with more job offers that you can count, we're going out for drinks!" Ivy exclaims, holding up her wine glass, and kicking her feet in the air.
"You mean, out to eat?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.
Ivy shook her head. "No. For drinks. Did I miss something?"
"You need to go to an AA meeting!" Paisley says, pointing her finger at Ivy.
"And you need to answer your phone, Cam been blowing up your phone for an hour," Ivy replied. "Because, if I gotta hear that phone go off one more time, I'm tossing it off the balcony."
Paisley's eyes widened as she quickly dropped her flatiron and sprinted over to her bag, pulling out her phone and quickly stepping into the bathroom to return her boyfriend's several calls.
"I cannot believe that y'all got me wearing a goddamn dress. Y'all know me! I hate having to get all dolled up..." Wynslow grumbled, walking inside the room.
"Wynnie, you cannot wear a hoodie and sweatpants to Fashion Week," I giggled. "You just cannot."
Wynslow rolled her eyes. "Who comes up with these rules? They're constricting..."
