What Is Love? (BWWM)

Chp 46: Excuses

Third P.O.V

Patience marched around the stadiums with her heart pumping 10x faster in her ears but her focus remained narrowed and motivated. She watched as Models and staff moved like mice around the floor as they rushed to put together their outfits. Every once in a while she was stopped by a different model who allowed her to fix a piece of their outfit. "15 minutes ladies and gentleman the time to go on is in 15 minutes!!!" the backstage manager yelled over the noisy models. Patience could feel the sheer panic and excitement frisking through the air like perfume.

"There you are Mr.Barbier has been asking for you for hours"

"I know I heard that's why I'm here. What's the problem?" The young man latched to patience's side as he fell into pace with her strides. "Well he's a big ball of sunshine" he spoke sarcastically. Patience sighed aloud "How bad is he"

"He made two models cry and has been spewing vitriolic insults at anybody that breaths wrong" He spat quickly sass coating his tone as he pushed his glasses up his pale nose.

"Basic first show jetters." He hummed in agreement and as they drew closer to the changing rooms. Barbier's light sassy tone soaked in French heritage spoke articulate but his words vicious. Venchi Barbier's 6.1 figure hung over most people. His auburn hair was neatly combed back and so was his freshly tailored wool green suit. He threw out orders and insults like bullets and criticized any outfit that seemed an even the slightest bit out of place. He was so caught up in his own work that he didn't recognize patience observing him. Patience turned to his assistant and with a simple gaze the young man went into action signaling for Barbier's attention.

"Mr. Barbier Ms. Miller is here to see you... Mr. Barbier" his words fell on deaf ears as Barbier continued talking as he fixated on certain pieces.  "I'm so sorry I'll get his attention" the young man shot Patience a sympathetic look before yelling to Venchi again. When he still didn't glance in her direction patience quickly became annoyed.

"Vienche" She spoke up loud enough for him to decipher out her voice in a room full of people. The moment his eyes cast to hers a look of relief and excitement crossed his features. "Ah there's my dessert flower" He accent dripped into his words. He sashayed over to her  and pulled her into a bone crushing hug. "I heard you were back here causing trouble for the models" Patience smirked placing a kiss on both of his cheeks as he did the same. "I gave them simple directions. not to eat at least a few hours before the show but the porky bitches ingested more carbs than a damn pig now they won't be able to comfortably sit in their outfits. Plus there's a lot I still haven't checked" He sighed aloud rolling his eyes before waving a model over to fix her dress.

"This is my first debut as creative director in Miller corp If the press doesn't take it well We're going to loose clients and press" Patience could feel the panic in his words and the shaking of his hands. She grabbed his shaking hand into hers and cradled his face between her fingers. " Look at me. if anybody was perfect enough to be in this position it would be you. No one has worked as hard as you have and has grown as fast as you. That's the reason why I choose you. Miller corp needs a fresh lead into what's going to be our future and you have that vision so walk into it". She spoke her words firm but caring. She dropped her hand and took a step back as he slowly nodded his head and soaked in her last words as his mentor.

"All seats have been taken, the curtains are about to roll so put on a show" And with those last words Patience turned on her heel with a hand on her hip strolled towards the front where she could hear the voices of investors and sponsors all pouring into the stadium. One by one they came to observe the beauty of the runway stage.

A place we called The garden of Eden.

As described in the Bible its beauty was unmatched and incomparable to what the human mind describes as beauty. We see beauty as products that can be obtained with wealth and power. But nature defines itself by its shape and form. Like the green vines that runs from the roots and takes form over anything. Shaping even the most meretricious thing into what can only be described as beauty. The process of shaping starts with the stage lined with vines running from the floor, and wrapping itself around the side of the stage gracing it in a beautiful design but it lashes out out it's artistic flair on the walls where it sprouted the fruits of its bearing. Lined with rare flowers like pink delphiniums that symbolized the love the first humans shared in the garden, or like the two toned carnation's symbolizing the split between how we view beauty and how nature views it, the lotus represents the rebirth of life and the spider lily represents the death of art and what we condone as beauty with our human eyes which is greed, lust and over indulgence.