Little Black Dress

Six

Becca's POV - Sunday 26/2/2017

The sound of my alarm was deafening waking me up at stupid o'clock so I could catch my flight to Paris.  I looked at my phone noting that Harry had read my DM but hadn't replied.  If I was honest with myself I really wanted to see him again, I just didn't want the drama that went along with it.  Maybe he would message me,  and in time we could catch up but for now it was best this way.

I pulled the covers of my bed back, padded through to the bathroom and turned the shower on to warm.  I loved my little flat.  I'd worked bloody hard to save to buy it.  I remembered taking Mum and Krissy to have a look through with the agent and they'd both fallen in love with it as much as I had.  The lady who owned it before me had recently gone into a rest home and her family was using the funds to buy her a nice little unit.  My little flat needed a bit of work and I would gradually work on it room by room when I had the time and money.  My favourite space was the sun room and which lead into the courtyard area.  Buster and I would lie out in the sun reading, chasing butterflies and generally just watching the world go by.  

I headed into the shower then with my trusty side kick waiting outside the door keeping guard.  He was a good boy and I would miss him terribly when I went away.  I washed myself quickly, dressed in something comfy put my phone charger in my bag then headed downstairs to wait for my cab.  I'd ordered it the night before and hoped to god that it arrived in time.  As luck would have it, it was on time.  I gave Buster a quick pat goodbye, set the alarm and locked the door to the flat.  

The drive out to Heathrow was a slow one.  You'd think at 4.00am in the morning it would be OK but no, there were roadworks all along the M4.   I tapped away on my cellphone checking in online.  I had carry on luggage so didn't need to check any bags. We arrived at Terminal Three and I paid the cab driver and thanked him.  I made my way up to the Executive Lounge and headed to the Breakfast Buffet.  I was starving and as always there was a delicious array of food to satisfy my rumbling tummy.   Business Class was the best and the benefits that went with it even better.  Yves Saint Laurent were extremely generous and were a great company to work for.  I remembered starting out as an assistant and general dogs body in the sewing and design room.  It was tough there and extremely cut throat (kind of like Project Runway but without Heidi Klum!) My flight was due to leave at 6.30am and it was now 5.25am so I didn't have too long to wait.  I caught up on my blog, sent out a few tweets and messaged Kristen and Mum.  I checked my emails and very stupidly opened the latest one from Seb.  It was just a general type "hey how are you, hope Buster is good and work is ok".  I really wanted the best for Seb and had hoped that he would find love in New York but he hadn't.  I'd  get the occasional "I miss you Becca, what happened to us and come to New York with me, we could give it another shot".  I didn't like those ones as it guilt tripped me terribly and I felt like the worst person in the world.  I'd have to collect my thoughts to reply to those ones and I'd just tell Seb like it was.  That we were just two different people that wanted different things, that it wasn't our time and he'd always be a big part of me because he was my first "real relationship".  He'd get angry at me sometimes and wouldn't talk to me for a few weeks then I'd get apologetic emails saying he was "sorry, and that he didn't want to loose my friendship".  Sometimes it was just too bloody hard and I didn't need the drama.  

"Passengers flying to Paris seated in Business Class and those requiring assistance we would like to advise that we are now boarding, please make your way to Gate 24 and have your boarding passes ready". 

I  stood up with my bag and made my way to the Gate.  I placed my phone over the sensor and it picked up my boarding pass.  "Welcome Miss Andrews, have a pleasant flight".  I thanked the Hostess and made my way down the air bridge where I was greeted by other cabin crew who ushered me to my seat.  I placed my bag in the overhead locker and took my seat.  It was a short flight which I loved as I wasn't a particularly great flyer.  I'd have these mini panic attacks sometimes and would freak myself right out with the worst case scenario.  Twenty minutes into the flight the drinks trolley came round and I decided to have a glass of bubbles (just to calm my nerves) it's never too early for bubbles!!  I settled with the latest edition of Vogue and put my airphones in listened to some nice calm music.  Before I knew where we were the Captain was announcing for us to put our seat belts on and prepare for landing. 

We came into land at Charles De Gaulle perfectly.  I switched my cellphone from Airplane mode to normal and text Antoinette to let her know we had landed.  I received an instant reply back. "Merveilleux a bientot".  My French had been getting better and better and each time I game to France,  Antoinette would help me a lot with helpful little phrases.  I grabbed my bag and headed towards the front of the plain, across the air bridge and out into the arrivals hall where Antoinette was waiting for me.  "Bonjour Becca, so good to see you, your flight was good yes"? I hugged Antoinette warmly.  "Yes thank you, good to see you Antoinette".  Antoinette ushered me out side to where our car was waiting.  The driver opened the door for us and we stepped inside.  It took about twenty minutes to get to the center of Paris and to St German  where the apartment was located.  Antoinette paid the driver then came inside with me to help get me settled.  I loved the apartment.  It was such a beautiful space, I did a lot of creating here and some of my best work was born with in these walls.  I walked over to the table running my hand over the well worn oak,  the table that Mr Saint Laurent  had himself sat,  where he designed the famous "tuxedo for woman and his trapeze dress".  The history was not lost on me and I was incredibly lucky to work for one of the most elite fashion houses in the world.   Antoinette reminded me of the meeting that we had scheduled at 8.30am in the morning and then headed away leaving me to get settled.  

I unpacked my bag and freshened up with a quick wash.  Even though I hadn't lost much time in on the flight I still felt pretty jaded.  I figured I didn't have to be anywhere so decided to have a little nap on the couch.  I pulled a blanket from over the end of the couch and placed it over myself.  It didn't take long to go to sleep and my thoughts suddenly turned to Harry.  The way he had touched me, kissed me, held me close to him when we had sex.  He really was beautiful.  I wanted to send him a message on Twitter,  just couldn't bring myself to do it.  I figured I would wait for him to reply to the other DM and then I'd take it from there.  I slept longer than I intended to and woke up with a start to find it was now lunchtime.  I was hungry again and in need of food.  There was a little Boulangerie round the corner from the apartment that made the most amazing Fruit Tarts filled with Chocolate Creme Patisserie.  I pulled my boots on and a scarf and my Fedora and headed out the door to re-acquaint myself with the little treats.  Whilst there I also brought a Baguette filled with fresh salad and of course a Cafe Au' Lait.