It Started that Night

Part 4

Thursday morning had taken forever to arrive! Millie turned over in bed.

"Arrgh! Fuck sake!" she exclaimed. The morning sunlight shone right into her eyes through the gap between the curtains as it did every morning. With her head buried in her pillow she felt around on her nightstand for her phone and pulled it under the duvet. 6 am! Yes! Another two hours in bed! she thought. She was off to Milan today; Ricco was picking her up at 9am. She turned over, brushing her long dark hair off her face. As she thought ahead to her trip, she couldn't help but smile. It was her dream to be a successful fashion designer and with her dream so close to becoming reality her stomach tingled with butterflies.

She leaned over the side of her bed, almost falling out, and grabbed her sparkly pink portfolio folder from the floor beside her bed. Browsing through her designs she was confident, she knew they were good and if Mr Salvatore thought they were worthy of a trip to Milan, they had to be pretty special. She couldn't wait to see the prototypes when they arrived in Milan.

Millie was completely lost in thought thinking about her trip. Her phone beeped and she jumped, tipping all the pages from her portfolio onto the floor. Hanging on for dear life to the few pages she had managed to save, she glanced down at her phone beside her:

TWITTER: @_MillieV Milan baby! See you soon! Ri xxx #MilsandRiRiDoMilan!

Millie smiled; she could hear Ricco's excitable voice in her head as she read the tweet to herself.

9am arrived far too quickly after turning her bedroom upside down, packing and unpacking several times. She was just about ready as she heard Ricco pull up. He beeped. A lot! In a rather flamboyant tune. Millie giggled, rushing down the stairs.

"Come on, girl!" he yelled from his utterly gorgeous white Lamborghini Gallardo. The roof was down, his Louis Vuitton suitcases sticking up out of the seat. He looked every bit the millionaire!

"I'm coming, I'm coming," she yelled back struggling out the door with her arms full, dragging a dishevelled suitcase behind her.

"Bye, Ambs," she shouted as she pulled the door shut with her foot. Bags on both arms, keys hanging out her mouth, pulling her suitcase behind she hurried down the path trying not to fall over.

"Morning, gorgeous," said Ricco, blowing her a kiss as she approached the car.

"Hey," she smiled, playfully catching the kiss and planting it on her lips, dropping everything in her arms at the same time. Ricco laughed, she had to be the clumsiest person he had ever met!

"Oh FUCK," she exclaimed, as she bent down to pick up her bags.

"You need to wash your mouth out young lady... and then invest in a new suitcase, love!" he joked as she threw her old, tatty looking suitcase into the boot of his car. "A hot shot designer can't be seen with a scabby looking thing like that!" he added, giving her a cheeky wink. "Plus I don't want it in my car!" he joked.

Millie slapped him on the arm. "It's not scabby! It's... erm, well-travelled," she replied with a grin.

"So... excited then? Miss big fashion designer," he teased.

Millie rolled her eyes at him. "Shut up," she replied.

"Nah but seriously, Mil, they're going to love your designs, babe! I guarantee you'll have 'em on the shelves in Milan before the summer is out!" he exclaimed.

"I WISH!" Millie replied. She hadn't allowed herself to really think about it all. She was worried about being disappointed and having her bags on sale in shops around the world was a dream, it wasn't reality. It was never going to be real until she could see it for herself.