Chapter 1
For some reason, I have always loved high heels. I love every single thing about them, because they are fabulous, and I like things that are fabulous. I like fabulous restaurants, fabulous clothes, fabulous apartments, fabulous cars, fabulous clubs, fabulous people, and especially fabulous shoes. There is something alluring about fabulousness, and it draws me in, making me feel enchanted, and as perfect as it all sounds, it’s not for everybody.
Not to sound cliché or anything, but there are many different types of people in this world. Some people want to live in the country; some people want to live on the beach front. Some people want to make something of their life; some people want to be a couch potato. Me however? I want to be fabulous… and a fashion journalist, but more on that later.
Now, I completely understand if I come across a snobby, gold digging bitch to you, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.
So, for the sole purpose of carrying out my plan of becoming fabulous, I am currently sitting in my boss’ office, along with 3 other interns, all awaiting to find out who snagged the opportunity to replace Christina Ryan as head of Splash magazine’s fashion department.
Along with the amazing job opportunity, comes some other pretty glamorous bonuses.
Firstly, the job is in New York, and there is an annual trip to Milan, Italy every July. You get to live in a fabulous apartment in the city, and get VIP access to all of the most classy restaurants and clubs. You get designer clothes sent to your door, and so much more fabulous stuff. Oh, and the pay is, well, fabulous.
My daydreaming is cut short by my boss’ loud, demanding voice.
“Lisa and Kirra, I’m sorry to say you didn’t get the job. Now get back to work, I’m not paying you to sob. Annabelle and Fay please try not to drown in the tears of the losers”, he snarls, ushering the girls out the door. That’s his thing; he acts like a prick.
“Now, Chris (Chris, as in, Christina Ryan) told me that as she was not able to meet you personally, she is having trouble deciding which one of you will be the best replacement for her, so she gave me some questions for you to answer.”
I clear my throat, preparing to answer the questions he shoots at us.
“So, first up, look at this picture, and tell me what shoes would look best with it if it was being worn to a date at the park.” He hands us both a picture of a dress, and another picture with four different pairs of shoes on it.
After studying the floral beauty for a few moments, I decide that it is a very cute dress, but as it is only being worn to the park, it would definitely not be paired with the black stilettos, or the plain purple flip flops. That being said, it is still a date, and the person wearing it would want to look as cute and girly as possible, so i decided on a pair of weaved tan wedges, rather than the converse most people would wear it with, because wedges are heels, and heels are fab.
“So, please circle the shoes you would wear with it, and pass it to me.”
I confidently circle the wedges, and hand Mr Bell the photograph.
He studies them both for a second, obviously comparing our answers to Christina’s answer, before sliding them into a folder on his desk, and clasping his hands together, smiling at as.
“Fay, darling, even I know that you don’t wear flip flops on a date. What the fuck were you thinking? Please, just leave my office.”
When Fay was gone, Mr Bell turned to me with a wide smile.
“Bon Voyage, Anna.”
