Torah.

Chapter Three

Dedicated to Darklisa721 for making my amazing cover ^-^

Giselle at the side along with Torah's ringtone as the video (You'll understand why soon enough)

Enjoy x

"Maybe we should go pay Flo a visit tomorrow," I said, a devilish grin forming on my face.

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The next morning, I was awoken by French music blaring from my phone. What was that song? Bloody Roy, always changing my ringtones. I glanced at the clock 3:45am. I groaned, rolling over in my warm luxurious bed. Roy sat up, stretching.

"What is this?" I asked, referring to the song that was playing.

"Paris by Camille. It's cool, huh?" He replied groggily.

I gave him a 'what-the-hell-are-you-on-about' look.

Roy paused for a bit, thinking. "You don't speak French, do you?"

"What was your first clue Sherlock? Me constantly asking people to speak English?" I said sarcastically.

"Just answer the phone."

I grabbed my phone off the bedside table and flopped back onto the pillows.

"Hello?" I asked, lazily.

"Oh Torah, dear!" My mum responded.

Oh dear Lord.

"Mum, do you realise there's a goddamn time difference!?"

"Oh, yes, I forgot-"

"It's a quarter to four in the morning, Mum!" I hissed.

"Oh well, I just thought you'd like to know that you were in the newspaper this morning."

"Really?" I beamed.

"Yes. Page seventy-three. Front of the Paris Fashion Week Special Lift-out. There's a whole article on you."

"Oh my gosh! What does it say?"

"Well, the title is 'Designer steals the show'"

"That's clever," I laughed.

"Okay, it says: 'At the age of seventeen, Torah Green is Australia's own Junior Designer for Majestique Designs at Paris Fashion Week, where her reinvention of the shoelace wowed the audience. Green also surprised everyone when an unexplained turn of events caused their model, Giselle Fontaine, to quit-"

This was the lie that Antonio was telling everyone in order to save our reputation.

"-and Green had to take her place at the last minute. She showed her personality at the start, kicking off her stilettos because she couldn't walk in them and coming out barefoot in the next outfit. She then proceeded to wave to someone in the audience - completely unorthodox but amusing all the same.

"We say look out for Torah Green because this up and coming designer has already been rumored to be designing Anne Hathaway's dress for the Golden Globe's. We hope to update you on Miss Green soon and perhaps find out to whom she was waving. A possible suitor maybe?'

"My goodness, Torah! You're famous!" Mum gushed.

"Well, I wouldn't say that."

My mother, always expanding the truth.

"Anyway mum," I yawned. "I have to go."

"Oh, okay, bye honey."

"Bye mum."

"Roy, are you still awake?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"What does a suitor mean?" I asked.