Meet Naliyah Garcia. A lady who has moved to Marbella to start a new life as an aspiring fashion designer. She gets internship at La Vida Es Moda Company, the best fashion and design company across lands and seas was the only best way to start. Ever...
~✨~ If I wasn't in a happy mood, I was in a zone I didn't want to go out of. It was one which every time I opened my phone and his face was there, I got giddy inside and I'd have this stupid smile on my face that I didn't want to slap off. Three weeks dating Mr. Hot Stuff wasn't something that I'd take for granted. He made me happy, he made me want to be better for him. It was like he was giving me a new chance to prove to myself that I could be the best of me. Alec was so supportive, and the fact that he accepted Nahuel into his life without a bargain was the best he had done for me so far. I knew he liked me for me, and not just because he was in need of a girlfriend. No, he wasn't that desperate. So this is how it felt to be in a relationship with someone you liked so much, almost as if that was your heaven on Earth. He was so dreamy, especially when he'd take off his shirt in my house, and walk around like he owned the place.
"Would you cover that up?" I'd say to him, but the idiot knew how much he affected me, and he kept staying that way. Did I mention how hot it was when he kissed me shirtless? Running my hands through his chest, ugh! So perfect. He made me think God was so generous with his time when he made him. Then there was me, just simple but somehow someone found interest in me.
I had woken up early, it was just 0630 hours in the morning, and I was in my room drawing designs on my sketch book. One which I had never let anyone see, not even Alec. How that made me feel, was something I didn't want to think about. Wasn't it clear I'd never pursue my dreams? I had been so engrossed in the drawing, enjoying how my fingers went over the papers with a pencil in between them, and boom, there goes what runs around in my head. Having made around five of those, it was already quarter past seven.
Crap, I had to report to work early. It always seemed like every time we had to be at work before time, I was always late. Why, God, why?
I literally jumped up and down to the bathroom, and took a shower as quick as I could. And no, there was no time to wash my hair, some other day maybe. When I was done, I walked to my closet and started rummaging through my clothes, which had miraculously increased since I came to Marbella. It was sort of chilly, so I took my leather pants, that had wool material inside, a black turtle neck and a maroon trench coat. Since I wasn't in the mood of being tall, I took some flat ankle boots and threw them on my bed. I had run out of lotion, so I had to use the extra one I kept in my bag. Pretty nice way to start a day. I wore my clothes and took my watch, not bothering to wear a different pair of earrings. I took a small black purse to carry around after tying my hair in a bun on top of my head, leaving some strands to fall to the sides of my face.
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I ran down the stairs and pinned my card on the waist band of my pants, and went to work on foot. I found Leesh walking ahead of me just as fast as I was. I tapped her shoulder and she turned to me swiftly.
"Why are we always late on the days we have to report early?"
"I don't know, I don't care, I just want a cup of cappuccino," I told her.
