"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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4 WEEKS LATER | Autumn Benet |
My move to New York was possibly one of the best decisions I've ever made. Everything was going just as planned, I had moved into my new place last week and was still working on getting settled in.
I had gotten a grey kitten as well—-curtesy of Penelope—which I named Tallulah, and she definitely adds a lot of personality and excitement to my nice apartment and she helps it feel less lonely, you know for when my friends aren'tat my place hogging my couch.
Lately, I had been in a very good mood, actually I have been in the best mood I had ever been in since the night I received the job from Vogue—I honestly hadn't smiled like this is a long time or been in this good of a mood, I just wondered and dreaded the moment when it would fade.
"What's been going on with you?" Penelope asked as she played with Tallulah on the carpet. "You been walking around smiling so wide; you look like you got a hanger stuck in your mouth."
I shrugged. "I'm just in a good mood."
Penelope raised an eyebrow and shook her head. "Mhmm, you been sayin' that since the day after you randomly left the club on us. Wanna stop lying and tell me what really went down?"
"Wanna tell me why you won't leave Mikal alone?" I replied with a smug smirk, already knowing the answer.
Across the room, Josiah snorted and let out a loud laugh. "Oh, she gagged you with that one, Penny."
"What's wrong with Mikal?" She asked.
Ivy poked her head out from the kitchen and side eyed Penelope as she poured herself a glass. "Please tell me you didn't just say those words out of your mouth."
"What isn't wrong with Mikal?" I scoffed, plopping down on the couch. "I'm still mad you made me invite him to the house warming."
Wynslow popped her head up from underneath her blanket on the beanbag where she had been taking a nap. "Wait," she says, raising an eyebrow. "That chapstick deprived man is actually coming? I thought that was a sick joke."
"Unfortunately, it was a sick truth," Paisley says. "Oh, and Autti, I hope you don't mind, but Cam and I invited Nic."
oh shit...Nic.
"N-Nic is gonna be here?" I stammered, looking down at my feet and fumbling with my hands.
Paisley nodded, giving me a confused glance. "Uh, yeah. Is that a problem because I can—."
