15.06 (#2)

Chapter 15

My parents and I took our seats, while Felicity got her show ready from behind the scenes. The lights dimmed and the spotlight on the runway lit up. The crowd clapped as the music came on signalling the start of the walk. One by one the models strutted Felicity's work to the beat of the song. Half an hour passed and soon Felicity herself made her way down  the runway her signature smile shining brighter than the camera flashes.

She bowed a few times before exiting the stage so the next show could be set up. The crowd got up and walked over to the refreshments table which served a selection of canapés and flutes of bubbly. "That was a brilliant show don't you think?" The woman beside me asked. Around her neck hung a lanyard indicating her profession.

"Yes. I think she did very well." I replied politely.

"I think the spring collection really stood out from some of the others I've seen. She's definitely a natural. If this was her first show I can't wait to see what else this girl has got up her sleeve." She smiled, sipping her champagne.

"I'm looking to see great things from her."

"She's got talent. Really giving some of the older designers a run for their money." I just nodded at her comment, as I listened in to other conversations. The show seemed to be well liked all around; of course some people hated it but I dismissed their opinions because haters will always hate.

"I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Alicia, fashion blogger for newstyles.com." She out reached her hand for a handshake.

"Chris Jamieson." I shook her hand.

"Chris Jamieson? As in Felicity Crawley's half brother?" Her eyes widened.

"The one and only." I smiled. It was no surprise that the public knew about our relationship since the paparazzi were sharks and determined to find out every little detail about high profile people. Felicity had official changed her her name to Jamieson when she got into fashion school, but continued to use her father's name as her public profile as a way to honour him.

"Wow, I can't believe I'm meeting the power siblings in one night." She exclaimed.

"Power siblings?" I asked.

"Yeah, like power couple? Everyone thinks you guys will rule the media. I mean come on? Do you not use the Internet? You guys are practically splashed over it. Talking about Internet, who is the mystery woman you've been hanging out with? You two seem very friendly." She quirked an eyebrow.

"She's a friend. An old friend." I left it at that and went to find Felicity hoping to avoid any more run ins with media minded people.

"Hey there famous." I hugged her from behind.

"I'm not famous." She scoffed.

"That's not what the critics outside are saying."

"Oh my gosh. What are people saying?" She turned around, eyes wide.

"So far so good. Everyone has high hopes for you and I'm confident you're going to make awesome clothes in the future."

"Are you serious?" She squealed, before composing herself.

"Yup. They loved the show."

"Well it's not quite over yet. I have the debut after party. Every new designer has to host a party, to show their worth or whatever. I heard from Émile that you two are meeting up?"

"Yeah about that, how do you know Émile and I had to find about your arrangement from his sous?" I quirked an eyebrow.

"I wanted it to be a surprise. And he approached me. I think he wanted to meet you really."