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?
Hello my darlings! I hope you're having a wonderful week. I noticed a lot of readers and my story being added to their reading list and I really appreciate it. Here is my next chapter!
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A black-and-white car drove up in front of the House of DeVil. The Valet walked up to the vehicle and opened the door.
"Top of the morning to ya, Sir," he greeted.
A black-gloved hand emerged out of the car carrying a cigarette holder. He tapped his cigarette, the ash fell on the Valet's shoes, making him grimace but he kept his posture. Two polished black shoes were placed on the sidewalk as he stood up. Adjusting his fur, he walked up the steps to the building.
Y/N'S POV:
Fur! Fur! everywhere I see is fur! We have a fashion show coming up in a few months and we still have work to do. As much as I hate real animal furs, I can't do anything about it. Suggesting artificial fur to our boss would be a waste of breath. Not to mention the news we heard this morning about a white tiger missing from the zoo. Who would ever do such a thing to that poor creature.
If that wasn't the worst case, I'm wearing a skirt for the first time. We forgot to do our laundry and I have used up all my slacks. Anita lent me one of her black skirts and told me that it just until we get our clothes washed. Easy for her to say. She's wearing a fitted knee length black dress with leggings.
We were assigned to create fifteen more sketches for possible last minute changes. I've finished ten so far and Anita was close to finishing her last sketch. I was a bit jealous, but you can't help it. I looked over at Anita's workspace and noticed her sketch work.
"Oh Anita, that's a beautiful pattern for that coat," I complimented. It was a sketch for fun but I love it just the same. It was an illustration of a man wearing a fitted blazer jacket that ends a little past the hips. It had two weft pockets at the waist line and a breast pocket on one side. The cuffs of the sleeves each had a row of three black buttons. The rest is a pair of black slacks and dress shoes. But the main part I like about this sketch is spots. Dalmatian spots. Such a cute design. (If you guys don't understand the details, let me know and I'll sketch it out for you guys!)
Suddenly I felt that someone was behind us and I knew who it was. The smell of smoke gave it away. Me and Anita turned at the same time to face Cruelle. He greeted us with a smirk, which was strangely attractive. "Wait, did I think that? Oh no girl, you're stronger than that." I told myself in my head.
"Anita and (y/n). How are my darlings doing?"
"Very well, sir. I only have five sketches left to finish sir," I responded, turning back to focus on my work.
"I'm almost done with this one," Anita said as she placed the striped version of the jacket over her previous sketch. But she was stopped by Cruelle, as he gently moved the sketch away to observe her work and the pictures of Perdy.
