" How to Dance In the Rain"

Chapter 1 Café des Rêves

Me and Cloey sat inside the new popular cafe called "Café des Rêves" which is French for "Cafe of Dreams. Jazz music is playing as well. An upbeat but calming tune playing as I sip on a cappuccino and Cloey eats her croissant. It was finally November and it was pretty chilly this time of year in New York City. All I gotta say it smells like warm freshly baked cookies. Cloey gaze went on me and she spoke. " So.. are you doing anything tonight? If not.. I have something to propose." she said looking at me with her blue eyes and looking at the window. I replied softly, " Well, it depends what time I have a test in an hour." I looked at Cloey's outfit (I love fashion) . Chloe exudes confidence and sophistication in her designer outfit. She wears a crisp white, flowy top from Zimmerman, paired with fitted black jeans that highlight her figure. The combination of the flowing fabric and the structured fit adds an elegant touch to her look. A golden necklace from Van Cleef & Arpels completes the outfit, adding a touch of luxury. Her shoes are a pair of black, high-heeled pumps from Jimmy Choo. She finally replied as I wiped the corners of my mouth with a tissue since I got foam. " Okay don't worry it's happening at night and it's an event at the Sawyers mansion. You... have heard of them right?" Chloe looked at me surprised. " Okay i'm free at 8pm. And FYI I have well.. Uhm heard of them." I smiled sheepishly with my dimples and my button nose scrunched whenever I smiled. Meanwhile Aeliana's outfit combines the classic charm of a pleated denim skirt with a touch of modernity. She pairs it with a vintage Guess pair of shorts, showcasing her playful and free-spirited nature. A brown leather jacket from Rag & Bone adds an edgy touch, contrasting nicely with the soft pleats of her skirt. My feet are clad in Oran Sandal from Hermès, completing the look with a hint of flair. " Okay well it's gonna be the event of the year and besides you can make connections in the fashion industry. All the elites are there at the Sawyers sponsored event." I look at her nervously biting my bottom lip. The cold winter air had taken a toll on Aeliana's lips, leaving them chapped and slightly cracked, but she still managed to look radiant. " What time and also what if I don't have anything to wear." I said, raising a brow as I looked at her with my green emerald shade eyes. " Well i'm picking you up at 8 o'clock sharp, And "You know, Aeliana, I think attending this event could be really beneficial for you. There will be lots of influential people there, including some in the fashion industry that you admire. It could help you network and expand your connections." Cloey replied as she looked at me, pleadingly subtle. "I don't know... I feel like I'll stick out like a sore thumb." I replied unsure but I did need to socialize and connect. I really just want to show my designs that have been hiding in my sketchbook. I looked at her and sighed that Cloey's plan was going to give me a dress but I had a different idea. What if I made my own showcasing my creativity. " Shit! I gotta go, I have a test and I'm hoping 3 days of studying pays off." And with that I said goodbye to Cloey as we both departed. I saw the happiness gleam in her eyes. I rushed to my seat and I was very exhausted from that run and at least I wasn't late. 

Finally after the test I had a shift at my local cafe. I served drinks until my shift ended but this guy is a tall and athletic young man standing at 6 '2 with a lean, muscular build. His short chestnut brown hair is styled in a tousled, effortless manner, giving his appearance a relaxed and carefree vibe. His eyes are a deep blue-gray shade that can convey a range of emotions, and his sharp jawline is framed by a thin, well-maintained stubble. Dressed casually but stylish clothing, such as jeans, a fitted t-shirt, and a leather jacket. walked in. " Uhm sir.. We are closed." He looks at me and gives me an I-don't-care -look and smirks coolly. In which he replies with a deep and cool voice. " I'll pay you extra." I frowned slightly but kept my cool and replied. " Okay sir.. What would you like to order?" I looked at the clock. It was 7pm something on the clock as I glanced back at this guy who probably went slow on purpose. A doppio lungo, which is a double shot of espresso with added water to create a milder and more refined taste." He replied and I just nodded with a forced smile.I went to the kitchen to prepare it. A sprinkle of sea salt, A dollop of freshly whipped goat's milk cream, which adds a tangy and luxurious texture. A hint of grated white chocolate with raspberry flakes, providing a unique sweetness and a touch of decadence. " Here you go sir, one doppio lungo." I handed it out to him as he paid 300 bucks. What the hell. I looked at him and he just smirked and walked out before I could even reply and the phrase thank you..?? Left my lips. I went inside my Chevrolet Corvette C7. My father gifted it to me before he passed away due to a heart attack. I was staying at my mom's and she was more than happy to lend me some of her jewelry. I even made a dress just for this event. It is backless and tied around the neck while showing my slim figure perfectly in a shade of gold. My mother used to be a model but retired since she was having me but my mother still looks radiant as ever. She smiled at me softly and put the emerald with a diamond necklace from swarovski. " Darling you look stunning and remember to keep your posture and be happy."

I looked at my mom and thanked her and admired my appearance in the reflection. I gazed into my dress for the event and reflection in the mirror, her heart swelling with a mix of trepidation and anticipation. The dress wrapped around her body like a second skin, its intricate design hugging her curves and accentuating her figure in all the right places. The gold fabric shimmered in the light, casting a deep, mystical glow around her like a halo. But it was the necklace that truly took her breath away. My mom even styled my hair as she sang " material girl by Madonna." I laughed at her voice as she styled my hair into an elegant perfect french twist with my brown and gold locks. I blushed my cheeks, moisturized my lips with chapstick, powdered, spritz dior hypnotic perfume. And did my eyes with nude colors and shimmers. I put lipgloss on and curled my lashes. My mom shrieked with excitement and fawned over me and said voila in her french accent. I still wore the necklace my father gave me. It had a special diamond shape of a rain droplet since he knew I loved the rain. He even named it ' tears of heaven' because it was from the collection he had. And before I knew it I heard a honk at the door as I grabbed my heels from Yves Saint Laurent and ran to the door almost tripping and stumbling.