Style || Taylor Swift

Chapter Three

Now that Alessia's big night was out of the way, she now had other things to get ready for. She hoped that last night wasn't going to be the only night to show up to events, because for the first time in a long time, she felt like she belonged and that's all that she could ask for given her past.

That morning, she woke up with a new spring in her step. She was happy, and even awake before her alarm went off which never happens.

Most mornings, the mere thought of having to get out of bed and face the day would cause her to pull the covers back over her face and snooze her alarm.

With the sun now peaking through the blinds, Alessia rolled over and unplugged her phone from the charging port on her nightstand and began to read through articles from the night before.

Usually, it tore down her mental health and she would go through a spiral of endless articles trying to tear her apart. This time was different, it was all positive reviews and critiques which gave her a boost to keep on going with the work that she was doing. Perhaps her reputation was slowly coming back after all.

After spending too much time scrolling, Alessia forced herself to get out of bed and ready for the day. She had one too many meetings scheduled, as well as new design to create for the next season. It was a lot to do, but Alessia loved it.

This was the side of the job that Alessia enjoyed. When she was Co-CEO of the company, she realised just how little time she actually spent designing any clothes. Despite the reason that made her step down, she was finally enjoying the job that she had always wanted to do.

That day, Alessia decided on a black cashmere sweater with a short, pleated skirt to match. Nothing special, but it kept her comfy in the long run with everything that she had to do that day. She then put on a light layer of make up, and a slightly darker shade of red lipstick before leaving her apartment.

Alessia didn't know what it was, but she was certain today was going to be a good day. All she could hope for was that Elizabeth would feel the same way following everything.

The thing with Elizabeth is that she wasn't always the most supportive of sisters. When their mother passed away many years ago, Elizabeth took it upon her to try to be some form of "mother" to Alessia, more so due to the age difference between the two. However, all she wanted was her sister.

There were many versions of Elizabeth, and Alessia always tried to guess which one she was going to be getting that day. When Elizabeth was in her "boss" mode, there was no stopping her. It's when Alessia is constantly being pushed to be better than what she is and it can bring her down sometimes with the small comments that she can make. People tend not to cross Elizabeth when she is like that as they know there is no stopping her.

"Sister" version, was different. Alessia didn't see that often, but when she does, she takes full use of the short time she knows she will have it for. It was the side that she wished she was walking into that morning.

Once she had arrived at work, Alessia made her way over towards the elevator occasionally being congratulated by people she worked with. It brought a smile to her face for the first time in a long time. Alessia was always greeted, per se, but not in the same, cheerful way that she was this morning.

However, once the elevator door opened, and she made her way towards Elizabeth's office, her smile faded. Word going about was that Elizabeth wasn't in the best of moods that morning and it could only mean one thing. That Alessia had screwed up somewhere.

There was always something.

Entering her office, Alessia didn't know whether to keep quiet and listen to whatever she had done wrong, or try and guess what she had done wrong, and make a big speech about it. Unfortunately for her, Alessia didn't get to make her mind up on the answer.

Slamming the newspaper down on the table, Elizabeth almost glared at her. "You had to bring her name up in the interviews, didn't you?"

So that's what this was about.

Alessia clasped her hands in front of her, as if she was getting told off by the head teacher at school and listened as Elizabeth continued on with whatever it was that she had to say. "For all these years that I have managed to keep this one segment of your life out of the news, you go and talk about her? After everything, have you not learned? Why are you constantly tearing down this empire we have built?"

Her words infuriated Alessia. How dare she stand there and accuse her of something that was far from the truth. Sure, she had spoken about Taylor, but nothing that would bring attention to them.

Furrowing her eyebrows, Alessia shook her head, annoyed with the words that were coming out of her mouth. "Really? This is the road that we're going down?" Alessia knew that if she started, she wouldn't have been able to finish but this time, she needed to prove her sister wrong.

"Yes, this is the road that we're going down. Do you not know how much work I have put in to making sure none of what happens gets out? It's bad enough that they know you haven't got the best of reputations, but this?" The rage was evident in her face, but Alessia couldn't understand why this was the one thing she was bringing up. Why did Elizabeth have to bring up parts of the past that she wanted to forget about?

"I can't not bring people up in interviews. They asked me a question and I answered it honestly. Besides, no one knows what happened back then and it wasn't clocked on by the news reporters, so me bringing her up now isn't going to matter. If you hadn't noticed, other than, everything went well out there. But no. You have to point out every intricate thing that I do 'wrong'."

Alessia was trying her hardest to not get upset right now. She was strong, much stronger than what a lot of people gave her credit for, but she was only human at the end of the day.

She looked off to the side, not quite able to look Elizabeth in the eye right now. This was her cue to leave before she made anything worse. So, she turned on her heel and placed her hand on the door handle, but not before looking back one last time.

"You know, I really thought that I had made you proud of me for once. I guess I was wrong." With that, Alessia left the room. She ignored the glances in her direction, as she wasn't in the mood to talk with anyone that surrounded her.

Unfortunately for her, her nephew came running down the corridor. "Lessy!" he shouted with a big smile on his face, unbeknown that she was feeling the complete opposite to how he was feeling.

Not allowing her emotions to get the better of her, she scooped him up into her arms and placed him on her hip. "How are you doing, kid?" Jackson was six years old and totally infatuated by Alessia. The two got on like a house on fire, and in all honesty, she loved this little aspect of her life.

He clung onto her like a koala as the two walked down the corridor, making sure that Elizabeth's assistant knew where the boy was before she left. Just in the off chance her sister made another dig at her for whatever reason.

The two got talking as they waited on the elevator to come to their floor. However, as the doors opened, she was met by the same blonde haired, blue eyed woman that she never in her life thought that she would see again.

It had to be a coincidence, surely? Alessia knew that Taylor would sometimes wear their clothes out and about, but not once had she come to the office. She didn't even know how Elizabeth would react knowing that the two were in such close proximity, especially after what she had just spoke about.

"Lessy, that's Taylor Swift!" he whispered in her ear before squealing, interrupting her from her thoughts. Alessia carefully removed him from her side, not able to take her eyes off the woman in front of her.

Alessia didn't know what to say, or what to do. At least until Taylor left the elevator, making the space between them even smaller.

What started off as a good day, just slowly got worse.

Seeing her before her, looking all sparkly and pretty made her think back to the last time they seen one another.

All the memories came flashing back. Not that she ever forgot what happened that night.

The only conversations they had had was the previous night when Taylor had welcomed her back. Was it a coincidence that there were two forms of communication in two days?

That was something she was yet to find out.