Crazy, Cupid, Love

Six: Bits of the Past and Ravioli

© 2014 sevenellieven

Handing the casual wear collection to Miss G was a real nail-biter; at least for me it was.

"Oh my God..." Miss G trailed off while shuffling through the sketches.

"O-oh God, you don't like it. I'm totally willing to start over again, Miss G, and I swear I'll make it better this time. I'm going to make them less—" I stuttered as my nerves were getting to me. This was the first project I had here in Georgia Margarett and I didn't want to screw it up.

"What are you saying, Maddison? These are absolutely lovely!" her British-accented voice echoed throughout the huge conference room. My eyes widen at what she said. What? I was expecting screams and whatnot.

Yeah, I'm paranoid like that.

"W-what? Really?" my face lit up. "I thought you didn't like them." I said shyly.

She chuckled. "Don't be silly. I love what you did to the collection! I can't wait to show these to the world in two weeks. Oh well, better get these made!" she clasped her hands in excitement and looked at me. "You're a talented girl, Maddison. You are going to reach places before you even know it." I was flattered hearing that from a professional in the business. I'm hoping for the same thing, too.

I got out of the room and with a huge smile on my face. Miss G's words really boosted my self-confidence and motivated me to sketch a few clothes tonight. Nothing's going to ruin this day.

That's what I thought.

Miss G told me to go home at around noon today, since there wasn't much to do at the office. Instead of shopping, which I thought of doing earlier, I decided get some sleep. It has been a rough couple of nights - 3 hours of sleep every single night for a week is finally catching up on me. I just threw myself on my bed without changing out of my work clothes and fell into a deep slumber.

I was awoken with someone patting my cheeks softly. My eyes widened when I saw my father's slightly wrinkled face, with a faint smile forming in his lips. I crushed him into my infamous rib-crushing bear hug. I'm a daddy's girl, just so you know.

"Oof— Alyse, dear," My father chuckled. He was the only one who calls me using my middle name. "you don't want your old man lying in a hospital bed for a few broken ribs, aye?" I missed his British accent. Yes, I'm part-British, part-American but I didn't have an accent like my father's. I always envied him for that.

I pulled away from the hug and walked to the kitchen. "When did you get here, dad?" I asked him while pouring coffee into two mugs. I handed one to him and started sipping on my mug.

"Well, we went straight to LAX after I got off work."

"When you mean 'we'..." I trailed off. Oh God, please tell me my dad's kidding, or it'll be a great way to ruin my day. I'm not in the mood for pointless arguments and insults right now.

Dad nodded. "Yes dear, your mum decided to tag along. She said she wanted to see how you're doing since you moved here."