The bustling streets of New York always brought a smile to my face. I didn't know what it was, but I loved the city noises; from cars honking in traffic to food vendors calling for customers, to birds chirping in Central Park--it was just home to me. It's early December, which means stores have been set up for Christmas, and the temperature has dropped. However, I love wintertime, especially when a very chilly day calls for layering.
I clutched my poncho tighter to my body, weaving through the mass of New Yorkers on this busy Monday. The heels of my long, 'Topo Suede' Stuart Weitzman boots clicked against the cement, trying to dodge slow walkers. I was sipping my hot coffee with each step I took, hoping it would warm me up. I should have just driven, shit. I checked my watch, seeing it just hit 8:00 AM.
"Good morning, Ms. Walters. Your mother is requesting you in her office." Clark, the receptionist in the lobby, smiled at me as I entered the building.
"Perfect! Please tell her I was just heading up." I panted, making a beeline for the elevators.
"Rose! Hold the door!" My best friend, Charlotte, yelled, walking towards me. She was holding a bunch of fabric, almost tripping on some silk in the process.
"Woah, Charlie. How much fabric do you even need?" I widened my eyes as I unloaded a few off her hands.
"A lot," She emphasized. "Your mother wants to try out your designs with a few different fabrics, along with the ones you hand-picked."
My mother, Elizabeth Walters, started Walters's Designs a few years after I was born. I was around four at the time, and she worked so hard to build what we have now. She has two major offices--one in Los Angeles and one here in New York. Her first office was obviously here, and I could not be more proud of her. She had to provide for both of us using her small income. Then suddenly, my aunt came into town, and my mother's drive to work harder for a better future for us was through the roof. She started sketching and drawing designs, showing them to anyone for a chance in the fashion business. One day, a man found her drawing designs in a bakery, asking if she was interested in designing for his company. She agreed, then years later, when I was eleven, she started her own. And here we are now; my mother is a very, very successful fashion designer. She has retail stores located in many cities across the US, each one a little more unique than the other.
As for me, I begged and begged my mother to let me do modeling. I started at fourteen, doing small ad campaigns since my mom was getting a good amount of recognition in the fashion industry. At the age of seventeen, I was on the cover of Teen Vogue and a few other magazines. I worked hard to achieve where I was at that age. I started providing for myself, making my own income, and eventually getting my own place as soon as I turned eighteen. And now, at nineteen, I was invited to Fashion Week in September, all thanks to my wonderful manager Alison and my supportive mother. Crazy, right? But, more like crazy wonderful.
"Hey, girls!" My mother smiled, whilst I kissed her cheek. "Ro, I need your new sketches for your midi dress so we can start making them later today."
"Okay. Should I give them to you first or send it down?" I approached the small desk filled with notebooks, finding my design.
"Send them down, honey." She smiled at me, sitting behind her desk. "Hey, why'd you come in today? No photo shoot?" I have partnered once again with Teen Vogue this month, and to say I was excited was an understatement. Each new shoot gets me giddy as if I had just started this career over again.
"I have one in Brooklyn, actually. I just wanted to see if you needed anything."
"I'm good today, sweetie. Thank you! I'll call Jeremy to pick you up." I nodded, taking a seat on her white couch.
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Teen Fiction"You sure you want to do this?" He cupped my face. "I've never been more certain," I smiled up at him.
