Only With Me

Chapter 6

Kimora's POV

What am I supposed to do now?

I had two days to create a unique cake and i  had no clue on what to do. Ughh!! I should've just let him hire professionals in this field.

I mean, bakers who have lots of employees working under them and obviously thinking of abstract designs for them.

With a silent sigh, I followed them into a hall and my inferiority complex activated again. I almost started to feel uncomfortable when i saw about fifteen models mingling with each other. Both male and female. They were all perfect. Gorgeous hair, dewy skin, nice proportionate body, stylish clothes, delicate and handsome faces.

I tried not to look so insecure about my brittle black short hair and my flat chest. My scars that i got from the oven and my clothes as i followed them into another door.

"Bonsoir!" A woman in her late forties greeted Alejandro. She had brown short hair and a french accent that you couldn't miss. They were a lot of people behind her. Like an entourage. Some, with big make up boxes and some with a tape, needle and thread. As she got up from her chair, she immediately hugged Alejandro and kissed him on the cheeks.

"Jeanne, you look lovely. It's almost as if you're not aging."

"Oh, please stop it." Jeanne smiled.

"I'm so glad you came here on such a short notice."

"Anything for the Suarez."

"Have you taken a look around? What do you think?"

She put her hand on her chin and furrowed her brows. I stared at Alejandro as he waited for her to say something. Like everything depended on her words.

"Mon cher, i've told you times and times. You have to have faith in your creations."

"You're right." He smiled and proceeded to the clothing rack.

Suddenly, a young beautiful and slender lady with strawberry straight blonde hair barged into the room. She definitely had to be a model. She was tall, her hips swayed in the perfect manner and her outfit was styled perfectly. Her skin was glowing, her smile was dazzling. It was already dusk but when she entered the room, it was like she came in with the sun.

"Alejandro!" She opened her arms wide and proceeded to hug him but he dodged her hug by bringing her hands down.

"You're not supposed to be in here, Brittany."

"I know, I'm sorry. It's just that i heard you were in here and i couldn't wait to meet you."

"I'm working." He replied nonchalantly.

"So am i." She shrugged. "I'm the main model for the event. I have to do my fitting before anyone else does."

He sighed. "You're right." He snapped his fingers at one of the guys with a tape on his shoulders and they selected a rack of clothes for her.

Quick question to self. Why am i here? My sleep was interrupted, i do not have a design for the so called 'unique-cake,' i haven't practiced designing it, i'm starving and I haven't called mom.

If i wasn't doing anything for them, why was i standing like a statue and moping. I really wanted to voice out my opinions but i was in the presence of the rich and famous.

Oh my! My eyes widened. She looks gorgeous in that dress.

"It's a little bit too loose at the waist." Brittany appeared from where she had changed and stood in front of the floor-length mirror.

The dress was amazing and I couldn't take my eyes of it. The chest part of the dress had a detailed pattern of little red roses. It looked like they had used tiny pieces of different red fabrics to create the look. The skirt part of the dress was a black expensive soft cotton which trailed down to the floor and it complimented her hips.

"How can the dress be loose when her hips were visible?"

"Sorry?" Alejandro turned to look at me.

I gave him a questioning look. "Did i say something?"

"You said something about visible."

Anita, Jeanne, Alejandro and Brittany eyes snapped at me.

Oh no! Did i say that out loud. I looked at Anita who was staring at me and shaking her head discreetly and my eyes moved to Brittany who was giving me a dirty stare. This is not the time to make enemies with a model.

But who cares.

I think the dress fits perfectly.

Oh! You thought i said that?

This is what i said instead.

"I....uh. I was vi-visualizing a cake in my head. Sometimes, i talk to myself and i...uhm, I didn't see the cake. So it wasn't visible."

Did that make sense?

You know what? I didn't care. It was the perfect excuse at the tip of my tongue.

"Oh! The cake. I almost forgot about you for a second." Alejandro pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Sure." I tried not to feel attacked.

"Anita, please take her to the hall outside and show her where she will set up the cake."

"Yes, sir."

Anita and i went back into the hall and by this time, there were interior designers already decorating the hall. They were going for a spring theme and bringing in crates of flowers, tables, chairs, napkins and cutleries.

"Excuse me!" Anita yelled at one of the workers  passing by.

"Yes ma'am?"

"Why are there tables here?"

The worker tilted his head questioningly. "We were told to bring it in."

"This is not a wedding reception. It's a fashion show. I want to speak with your employer. Where is she?"

The guy informed his employer with the walkie talkie in his pockets and she came running immediately. "What's the problem?"

"My problem is that this is a fashion show and tables are not supposed to be in here. And where is my U-turn runway."

"What?" She checked her clipboard and cursed.

"I am so sorry. My P.A misinformed me. Don't worry. We would take the tables out right now and reorganize the chairs. As for the runway, it's going to come in at noon tomorrow."

"Do you have a substitute incase of casualties?" Anita boldly asked and i became jealous of her confidence and firmness.

"Of course we do. As for the cake spot, it's going to be located at the enterance. Where people would see it's beauty before they take their seats."

"I don't think Alejandro wants it there. It's going to be in the middle of the runway. The models would walk pass it. Kimora, how big are you going for the cake?"

Just when i was about to reply my unimaginable size, we heard a heavy thud on the floor. A crate of flowers had fallen from a ladder and knocked down some flower pots.

Suddenly, it hit me.

Not the flowers or the pot but an idea. I knew what i had to create. I just needed practice and time to work on my fondants, cream, foundation, texture and taste.