Fashionista (on hold)

Fashionista

I walked though the sliding doors and the strong scent of pressed linen, and neatly lined shoes hit me like a ton of bricks, a smell only one with an eye for fashion would notice.

I look around and feel at home, the crisp white walls, a baby blue feature wall, with a black Eiffel Tower sticker as tall as the ceiling, which is raised to make room for the chandelier, with its pure diamonds and beautiful carvings. So as I stand, I take a moment to truly appreciate the tranquility I feel when in this beautiful store.

"Morning Miss White" came a chirpy voice.

I needn't turn around, as I know this voice all to well, but I do as to be polite "hello Bella, anything new today?"

"Just that gorgeous top you are wearing!" she complimented, "may I ask where you got it?"

"Well, I believe I got it here!" I said in a cheeky voice.

"But, seeing as you are here early, we might have a rack of new clothes just by the window on the North side, if you'd care to take a look?"

"Is that a trick question?" I chuffed as I strolled away.

Bella is a lovely person, but always seems like she is keeping something from you. She has brown hair with a slight ombré, she has stunning taste, hence why she works here, and gorgeous legs, like those of a bikini model.

As I neared the North side, I took in a breath and hold it. I walk around the isle, and let out the breath that was waiting to find its way into the store, to touch the stunning fabrics that surround me. There is piles and racks, with tank tops, mini skits and flowing dresses that reach your knee and brush past the people you walk by with such graciousness and tact. I walk past the fabrics and lightly stroke my hand over the soft linen. For just a moment, I loose my breath, and start to see stars. I grasp the edge of the table for support, this store, this table of clothes, is all the love i need, I don't need a man when I have this.