"Alright Lucy, I'm heading down to see the new client." I say to her, stopping in front of her desk.
"You are?" She replies, eyes wide.
"Apparently Eric is too busy to do it." I scoff.
"It's not your job."
"Don't I know it." I mutter, "Look after the office whilst I'm gone?"
"Of course!" She smiles and I shoot her a grin before making my way towards the elevator, my head held high. My blonde hair is pulled up on top of my head, my figure stuffed into a pale pink pencil dress and nude heels. Having Becky as a roommate truly has spruced up my work closet, having learnt ridiculously fast that working in a fashion firm meant that eyes are always on your choices, critiquing every article of clothing.
Stepping into the empty elevator I take a deep breath, unhappy that once again I'm being sent to deal with our important clients. This is Eric's job, to meet them all and make a good impression, show them that there is more to the brand than actual fashion design. I'm sent in his stead roughly ninety percent of the time.
The elevator dings and I step out into the lobby, turning right and making my way into the room before stopping dead at the sight of the grown up, sophisticated looking girl in front of me.
"Alice Winters?"
"Hi." She smiles, turning to face me.
"Wow." I breathe out, taking her in. She's obviously grown since I last saw her and I've clearly missed the awkward puberty stage, although judging by the state of her family she probably didn't have one. She's inherited their impeccable looks, her bright blue eyes gleaming, her brunette hair lying in natural waves down her back. She's the most beautiful teenager I've ever laid eyes on.
"Wait.... Savannah Hurst?" She exclaims, eyes widening in recognition.
"You remember me." I reply, taking a step into the room.
"I was eleven, not three." She exclaims and I nod.
"Fair point."
"You work here?" She asks as the seamstress, Lisa, runs the tape measure around her waist.
"Yeah." I confirm.
"Small world!" She squeals slightly, "How are you?"
"I'm good thanks, you?"
"I'm great." She grins, moving her arms out to be measured.
"Good. Have you decided what fabric to use?" I ask, diverting the subject back to what my job entails. I have no intention of being sucked into a sweet conversation with the darling Alice Winters, just knowing that I'll give into her friendly ways if I chat with her any longer. She's as charming as her brother.
"I'm thinking satin." She replies, glancing back to the mirror.
"You have a good figure for it." I smile, glancing over her flat stomach, her relatively small hips.
"What color though?" She asks, face screwed up slightly in thought.
"What event is it for?" I take another step into the room.
"My friend's birthday."
"Your friend?"
"Frenemy." She admits, laughing slightly.
"Is there a theme?" I ask, a small smile on my face.
"Hollywood." She answers and I nod, an answer clear in my mind.
"Go with a red."
"A red?" She exclaims.
"She's a frenemy, not a friend." I point out, "Don't you want to stand out?"
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The Test of Time
Romance{18+ COMPLETED} THREE BOOKS IN ONE. "What are you doing?" I ask and he raises an eyebrow. "What do you think?" Brett retorts, grabbing hold of my waist and pulling me towards him, moving me over to straddle him. Grabbing hold of my lower back he pus...
