The Holiday That Changed My Life

Part Ninety Four

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Aston stuck to his promise that we would keep doing the ballroom dancing thing, although we didn't go every week, it was at least once a month and we had so much fun doing it, we made up our own routines and everything. Plus, I loved that we had something that was 'ours', something that we could do together that was different but we both surprisingly enjoyed. When he told me that he'd taken those dance lessons for me, I swear I died. No one had ever done anything so sweet for me, and the fact that he's remembered it from over a year ago too, just to try and make it up to me.

We got back to normal pretty quickly, the kiss was forgotten and after nine weeks I finally got the image of the two of them out of my head. But these nine weeks were very interesting, work wise. Everyone was being so secretive and when I asked Mark what was going on, he'd swiftly change the subject. I'd spoken to the girls and Aston about it, but they said it's probably nothing to worry about and I'll probably be getting a promotion of some sort. But I can't get promoted.

"Do you think you'll finally know what it's all about then?" Aston asked from our bed as I was stood in front of the mirror, getting myself ready for work.

"I hope so," I sighed, smoothing out my dress. "Mark said there's a big meeting this afternoon so I might find out then, hopefully."

"It's probably nothing to worry out, its not like they're gonna fire you." He reassured me as he lay on his side, leaning up on his elbow.

"They could fire me if they wanted to." I pointed out, putting my diamond earrings in, the ones that Aston bought me for our first Christmas.

"They're not gonna fire you, they'd be insane if they did." He tutted.

"Well, there's only one way to find out!" I sighed as I took in my whole appearance, deciding that it looked okay for a meeting and that I didn't really have that much time to change so it'll have to do. "Right, I've gotta go."

"Okay, call me when the meeting's over?" Aston asked as I made my way around to his side of the bed.

"I will, see you later." I smiled before pecking his lips quickly.

"Bye baby, love you." He grinned as I picked my bag up off my dresser chair.

"Love you too." I replied with a smile as I took one last look back at him before he waved at me, making me laugh as I left the room and headed off to work.

Once I arrived at work I parked my car up and headed for the main building, signing in at the reception on the way. I was on my way to my office when Mark collared me from the printer.

"Head down to Conference Room B for me Luce, meeting's in ten minutes."

"Ten minutes? I thought it was at twelve?" I frowned as Mark shook his head.

"It's been brought forward," He told me as he collected his printings. "Don't be late!" He added as he walked back to his office.

I quickly went into my office, dropping my bag and jacket in there before locking the door behind me and heading to the conference room. Already in the room was Mark, Geoff, the manager above Mark; Peter, and Peter's assistant Kirsty. I was five minutes early but I think this was all the people they were waiting for as Peter started almost as soon as I sat down.

"As you're aware Lucy, your fashion show in London a few months ago now, was a huge success," Peter said as the others nodded in agreement.

"We've had many phone calls concerning you since then and we've had uncountable orders placed for your range; it's at very high demand. Mark?"

"Well, one of the phone calls we had was very interesting," Mark began, this can't be good. Any interesting phone calls from this department always meant that someone was complaining about something.

"One of the organisers from Paris fashion week called us up three weeks ago, asking about you."

"A-About me?" I stuttered, how the hell did Paris hear about me?

"Yes, you. One of their assistant designers was at your show, observing, taking pictures and whatnot. She showed them to her boss and she loved it. Then she said that she did some research on you and your line for Sears and basically said that she was interested."

"She wants me to move to Paris?" I frowned as the others chuckled, I didn't realise it was funny. There's no way I'd leave all my family, friends and Aston behind. I didn't do it last time so I'm not doing it now. And if that's the case, then this meeting's pointless.

"No, she wants your designs on the Paris runway."