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Sparkly Mess of Tule and Lace.

Next week

This is it, this is the moment where I make or break myself as a designer. 

 Pacing back and forth in my living room in front of my mirror, I contemplate my outfit. I picked a dark green, slightly revealing silk top tucked into a pair of black slacks with my Gucci belt and favorite Jimmy Choo heels. Soon enough, in waltzes my grandma with Jane, ready to leave.After prepping my dark, curly hair how I want it, my grandma comes behind me and slips a pearl necklace on my neck. 

"You know, this was the first necklace your grandfather gave me the night of my first show.I want you to have it." She says as she grabs my shoulders, squeezing them with affection and continues, "You look just like me when I was your age, Stars in your eyes, but you have something I never quite did. " she trails as turn to face her. Grabbing my hands, she looks lost for words before she continues. "Your ambition amazes me every day, love." She concludes. A warm smile slips across our faces.

 "Let's get this shit show on the road" Jane says, pulling us back down to earth.

Bright flashes and the screams of the paps and fans erupt when we arrive, smiling and waving while making our way inside. Peaking out from behind the curtain, I'm shocked by the number of people that are here. My legs feel shaky as I scan the crowd, the shouts of backstage fading to the back of my mind. Soon enough, the lights come on and it's go time. "Vero, go" Jane demands, pushing me towards the break in the curtains. 

Let the games begin.

 "Hello everyone! I'm Veronica Fitz and I want to personally welcome you to our show. As the tale goes, I inherited this label from my lovely grandmother, Lavinia, who we are blessed to have in the crowd tonight." I start, smiling at the old lady sat to my right. "Our show tonight is inspired all of you strong, powerful women out there. Women who stand the test of time, who may falter but will forever find their fire. I see you girls, this is for you, who deserve to feel like a queen on their day." I finish, smiling one last time before I spin on my heels and walk to my seat. 

Later.

As the fashion show closes, I stand as everyone claps, making my way to the stage. 

 "Thank you for attending our little show of the 2019 bridal fashion week. I hope you all have a wonderful time and if you have any questions, under your seats are packets with all the info you need. Au Revoir!" I exclaim as I smile and wave, scanning the crowd as cameras flash, feeling proud of myself. 

The pieces of the puzzle I had pained over for months had finally come together in a sparkly mess of tule and lace.