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Another month had passed and Adrenaline flowed through Evara as she kept reading the paper, it filled her with satisfaction. Fleur had a smile on her face across from her.
They had gotten their first sign in.
After weeks of walking for cheap French runway boutique real deals were coming in with fresh paper work asking for their signature for their commitment to the project. Evara had placed for Marc Jacob's while Fleur placed for Michael Kors, both low aimed designers but it felt like such a big deal. Evara could remember the temper she had a few months ago, how everything happen with Maddy's and Jean. Now all of a sudden a shift was happening, she felt like she finally broke the early curse and was off to bigger things finally. With that came money offers not for a few thousand this time, it was different now. As much as Evara wanted to give credit to herself, she wasn't informed of Callums where both in this situation neither his input.
___7 WEEKS AGO___
The breezy air flowed from Genevas French window that was open. The silence and emptiness in her home always left not just Evara with an easy feeling. There was something almost evil about the whole home, not just Geneva's pretty pink attitude. Evara didn't believe her mother until now about just how certain industries can become and spiral a demonic force. Evara felt like the world was over when Callum left her there, alone. She thought she wouldn't see his face again if anything. Genevas freaky house tour felt like a house of grey and blue spirits. No matter how much pink and brown filled the color pallet of the home. While Evara went to bathroom, closest being downstairs Callum interrupted Geneva's online shopping experience.
"Gen.." he spoke, she looked up at him
"She hasn't gotten a call or anything from anyone, in maybe 5 weeks..is she missing something..not doing something right?" He asked she looked back down
"She's a slow learner.." she replied not making eye contact with him.
"She comes here everyday like a school girl for like 7 hours..how's that not enough?" He asked genuinely with a loose tempered smile.
"It's a process." She added
"I don't get how body shaming and walking for 3 hours is a process" he snaps tossing his hand out of the pocket of his trousers.
"Look she's gonna need thick skin going into this industry-"
"You're quite cruel" he cut her off.
"If anything i take time out my day to deal with her presence- she doesn't sleep with you enough or that well for you to be even speaking to me this way" she insisted
"...You didn't have to say that," he muttered, almost to himself.
He stepped back, hands slipping into his pockets again not out of ease, but to stop himself from saying something he'd regret.
