" you liked the snow "
" i liked a lot of things "
ON HIATUS
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ,
SOFIA FLORENCE WELKING ,
the new rising icon of the fashion
industry is invited to make the
percy jackson series's new costumes.
but as a sudden familia...
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Sofia Welking real life | chapter 01
" cause i'm your ghost right now , your house is haunted "
" shhh... it's her ! " leah shushed d!or. they were outside of the designing team's studio , trying to get a peak at whatever or whoever was behind the door.
aryan and walker spotted them from across the hall , with eyebrows slightly raised as they strolled towards them. skeptical , aryan opened his mouth to speak before dior cut him off.
" what's going o- " "shhhhh ! we're trying to get glimpse of her ! "
this made ayran raise one eyebrow higher , automatically assuming that the two girls were questionably stalking someone. and with no questions answered , he answered his own.
curiously coming over them to get a peek as well, he replied , " is this about the new designer in the costume department ? " his was answered when he spotted the designer with the small gap from the slightly open door.
now , it was only walker standing apart from them.
" what are you guys talking about ? " he laughed it off , amused at the three curious faces , unaware of the situation at the moment .
problem : he didn't whisper. he didn't shout though , it was his regular volume. but here's the thing , the studio wasn't sound proof. even if he talked at his usual volume , the people inside would still be able to hear him.
" wait , guys , i think she heard us. " leah pointed out.
heard, was an underestimation. sofia totally froze at the sound of his voice. before she heard his voice , she was just leisurely cutting a piece of baby pink fabric , with the amount of fabric and paper surrounding her being astonishing , but amongst that , she was in her own little world . daydreaming about what to eat for dinner and wondering if she packed her favourite pair of jeans in her luggage.
until she heard his voice, the sound she had never forgotten , even after 6 years. the voice she dreaded to hear the most when she accepted the position in designing the percy jackson's costumes.
sofia looked like she had just heard a ghost , and she technically had.
the ghost of her past , the one that haunted her all these years they were apart , the one that carried all her childhood memories. walker william scobell. walker william damn scobell.
she looked up from her fabric , placing her scissors in the cup full of stationary , and stared at the slightly opened door.
there stood leah , d!or and aryan , who were shocked to see her looking at them straight in the eye. they eventually opened the door wider , revealing themselves as leah and d!or looked the most excited to meet her.
she looked behind them , attempting to check if the blue eyed boy she had just heard was there , but he wasn't. it was like she imagined his voice.
she couldn't tell if she was relieved or disappointed.
but at least without him , she wouldn't have any problem comfortably talking.
right?
wrong.
she hasn't been friends with anyone in 4 years. she doesn't know how to strike up a conversation with people her age who she's never met. being homeschooled for 4 years , she lacked social interaction.
not that she was an inside weirdo or anything , she just hadn't had much teenagers around her for the past few months , or years in that matter.
the people she worked with were mostly adults , people in their mid twenties and thirties , models who she briefly had a conversation with. she was used to talking about work and measurements and contract negotiations.
not this.
in other words , it's not blue eyes that was stopping her from talking normally to people her age.
it was her lack of social skills.
" uh... " she didn't even mean for that to come out of her mouth. she couldn't even form a proper sentence. she didn't know what to say.
heat unexpectedly rising to her cheeks , she felt embarrassed.
the iconic teen designer worth millions , was stuttering at the sight and presence of people her age.
leah could sense her nervousness and the tension in the room , so being the nicest in the room , she took up the responsibility of starting the conversation.
" sorry for peaking ! we were just being curious " she knocked on the door before coming in , careful to not step on any fabric and needles on the floor.
along with her , d!or and aryan invited themselves in , slightly taken aback by the messy sight of random coloured fabric and stacks of paper in the room.
sofia had only arrived in last vegas early this morning and hasn't been able to check into her hotel yet. But without fail , she officially started on some designing and conquered the studio as if it was her own room.
and honestly? with the amount of designs she had on the floor , you could kind of tell sofia had the habit of doing designing on her own , without the help or ideas of the other creative directors and designers.
it's no surprise though. leah, d!or and aryan knew that the most talented people in the art industry were the biggest weirdos. is it because they were too focused on their work to care about others ? probably.
but in the acting industry , communication skills is the one thing you need to survive.
" what are you doing ? " leah asked , trying to start a conversation.
sofia looked from her mannequin to leah.
" i'm getting ready the fabric for my new design, "she replied, " this one is for, uh, my upcoming fashion show. "
leah's eyes lit up. " woah , that's so cool ! i heard you're getting really popular now , you just appeared on my for you page earlier ! "
'so they know me' sofia thought, her palms sweating as she nervously shrugged, plastering a small smile on her face. she had always been humble about her career because after all , her mother always did all the bragging.
" yeah , she keeps sending me you tiktok edits that she's practically your biggest fan," aryan responded , oblivious to the fact that he's stepping on some of her designs.
" please step off my fabric " sofia pointed out. she didn't mean to come off so harshly , she can't control it. aryan was taken aback by her tone , apologising repeatedly , which sofia responded with a little nod.
there's was a small, but noticeable silence that came with it. no one really knew what to say.
then , the silence was thankfully interrupted by a voice.
" sorry guys , i went to get some oreos from the pantry. "
not so thankful anymore , are you , sofia ?
lia's lying love letters ! - i had fun writing this chapter , can't wait to show you guys the next few.
