Christina Jones is a fashion designer under the famous(as well as infamous) Cruelle de Vil. Follow her as she struggles to get to the top, and become the apple of his eye. Will Cruelle remain as cruel as ever? Or will he set his facade aside?
I winced at the sound of doors slammed shut by my boss as a worker ran out with his box of stuff. I never bothered to remember his name since I focused on work. He was only here for a fews weeks. My boss fired him for not catching up and I agree. I would find that worker slacking off a few times and not taking work seriously. I'm glad that he's gone.
Excuse me for not introducing myself earlier. My name is Christina Jones, one of the fashion designers of the House of De Vil. That's right, THE House of De Vil. I worked here ever since I started my internship at age 16. I worked extremely hard to get to where I want to be, and I never slacked off from working.
"Don't let that bother you Chrissy."
I heard someone calling me by my nickname and I turned to see Anita facing me with a smile. I smiled in return before I resumed my sketch work. Anita was my very best friend ever since I started my internship. We practically bonded over the years like sisters and I enjoy her company. We shared a flat together a few blocks away from work. Of course, from time to time, she tried to convince me to go out and find someone to have a relationship with. But I was far too busy with work and the only time I had a break was on my day off and I focused on the bills instead. But she's right though; I'm practically turning 27 and I'm not getting any younger than I used to. But every time I tried to have a relationship with someone, they only wanted one thing from me and I wouldn't dare go near them. I stopped dating after a month and decided to focus on my career.
Just as I finished my last illustration, I heard two heels clacking against the marbled floor. Two white doors burst open to reveal the one and only master of fashion history and my boss: Cruelle de Vil.
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He was a mystery, neither good nor bad. He held a certain air of power that no one would dare try to budge. He appeared to be in his thirties, and his appearance shows a status of wealth and fashion. His hair was parted down the middle; half black and half white on each side. His light blue eyes look so cold that if you even stare in his direction you would surely freeze. He wore a long sleeve white business shirt with a couple buttons parted, slightly showing off a bit of his skin before it was covered with a black silk vest. I never saw his hands without red leather gloves. His black slacks clings against his legs like second skin, which shaped his *ahem* silhouette beautifully. He wore the latest dress shoes, which is Italian leather. Oh, but that's not all he wore to his attire. To top off everything in his outfit, he wore a cream-colored coat that ended past the hips, lined with red silk and made from fur. 100% pure, real fur. He adores fur, he worships fur. He never showed up without wearing fur.
As much as I enjoyed his style of coats, the thought of it being shaved off of poor animals is just torture.
He strutted down the catwalk, observing each designer in their stations, whether draping or sketching a garment. I heard him walk closer towards my station, which I assumed to pick up my new portfolio for this year's Fashion Show.
With a puff of smoke from his cigarette (which I called a cancer stick) he spoke, "Christina darling, I do hope you're finished with your work." My right eye twitched at the word 'darling.' He and I both knew that word would put me on edge, but I let that slide. I closed my portfolio, turned around to face him and said with a smile:
"Yes Mr. De Vil. I'm done with my designs."
"Excellent, darling. I truly adore your hard work."
"Thank you, sir."
He nod his head and then he turned away and walked to another station, possibly to praise or to rant at their work. If there's one thing I learned when I started working here, is to stay on his good side. The only one time that I made a mistake was after a year of my internship. I misplaced a few of my designs and he screamed, literally, at my face for not keeping track of my stuff. I didn't budge, though I was slightly frightened from his tone, as I was screamed at before in my childhood. But I rather not tell this tale....yet.
Actually, this is the story of how I fell for a man who's a villain.
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