Emily quickly stopped by her apartment to pick up some chocolates she was saving for the celebration—or for comforting in case the court decided against her. Not forgetting about Rupert, she grabbed a sausage for him. Nick wasn't home, but she wasn't too worried anymore since he had both work and studies now to keep him occupied, not to mention his dates with Katie. Nick was shy and secretive about the new relationship, but Emily was fairly sure it was more than a friendship."You look dapper!" Byron said when she arrived at his place, still dressed up in her court room clothes.Rupert came towards her, wagging his tail, and she fed him a few sausage slices, saving some for later."Thanks, I think," Emily said, "Are women supposed to look dapper? I thought it was only men.""I don't see why not," he said, gesturing freely with his hand, "Women have equal rights."She could smell something delicious cooking, maybe a beef stew. "And you even cooked dinner. What did you make?" "A
"Diane, you have made amazing progress lately," Emily said, praising one of her students as she looked over a landscape painting.Diane had been there from the early days when Emily first began to give private lessons. She was a retiree who already had some painting experience when she started lessons with Emily. "What would you say to the idea of me selling my paintings?" Diane asked."I would say, go for it.""I've been thinking of trying to take them to the local galleries," Diane said, "Maybe even an arts and crafts fair.""Yeah, why not?" Emily replied. "Your work is beautiful.""I was just a little concerned that you might think it's not good enough, or that it would compete with your own work."Emily was surprised at this, but then Diane had always been extremely considerate and tactful. "Even if I did try to sell my art, I certainly wouldn't mind a little friendly competition," Emily replied, "But for me, painting is something I do purely for fun. I'm no Picasso. I do
Byron Pomeroy never thought he would be involved in the movie business. He tried to stay away from drama, having lived through enough of it in his own life. But somehow the screenplays he received invited him to take more and more steps across the treacherous terrain of Hollywood. Now that he was acting as executive producer for three new films, people kept asking him questions. The emails and phone calls never stopped.He was just about to have some snacks with Emily when the phone rang again, and he had to excuse himself. The name of the caller was Nova Summers. He should have foreseen this happening. He'd been fielding calls from the talent agents of various big name actors who were perplexed about the three new films, but it made sense that Nova wanted to talk to him herself. He went out on the balcony, bracing himself for the conversation."Chipfairies Central, how may I direct your call?" he answered."Ha ha, very funny," Nova said in her deep, evocative voice. "So you are r
"Hello," Emily said, entering yet another clothing boutique, "Is Ruby around?"The chimes rang out cheerily as she opened the door, but the woman behind the counter was not so cheery.Emily was on the hunt for a buyer. Since her website brought no customers, she took some of her best pieces with her and showed them to smaller clothing stores around the city.Byron had offered to help her, and she could have let Byron give her another good deal on some store space, like he had with her art studio, but she didn't want to completely be propped up by him. If boutique owners liked her designs, she could let them sell the stuff on commission and work her way up to the big stores, or having her own business with a store front one day."I'm Ruby," said the woman behind the counter. She had a girlishly pretty face with big eyes, but her mouth was set in a stern line. "Are you the one who contacted me about some dresses?"Emily had visited a few boutiques already, and none of them were inte
"Here they are!" Emily said, entering Ruby's shop once again. She brought in a couple of altered dresses and some she had made from scratch to accommodate Ruby's desire for retro looks.Emily wondered if she got too carried away with the retro style. She had made the clothes look like authentic 1950s pieces.But Ruby's face lit up when she saw them. "This is what I'm talking about!" the usually dour young woman said, "I'll display these, and if you'd like to make a couple more for the fashion show, they're going to be a big hit.""Will do," Emily said. She couldn't believe someone actually liked her fashion designs. It had been a long struggle to get them taken seriously by anyone."I'm going to sell these on commission, see how they do," Ruby said, putting an end to Emily's euphoria, "Shall we say 15 percent?""I was hoping you would buy them off me," Emily said."Don't be ridiculous," Ruby replied, going back to her dour ways. "You're a newbie. You're lucky to be able to sell
"How is it going with the Vampire Clown?" Emily asked, enjoying her unhealthy breakfast."Very good," Byron said, "But those are two separate movies.""I'm just teasing you.""You know," Byron said gently, "you don't have to pretend to support me in my movie-making ventures. I can see you're annoyed by them.""I'm not pretending!" Emily exclaimed. "Okay, maybe I was mad at you at first. But I meant what I said about you appearing more stable and well-adjusted. You can actually talk to your ex-girlfriend on the phone without freaking out or throwing anything!""I have to admit, you've made me feel guilty about the whole thing," Byron said, "What I did was really selfish. But now the projects are in motion, it's too late to cancel." "Nova seems to be taking it in stride from what you told me," Emily said, "As for the terrible films, well, people make terrible films every day. Granted, they don't do it intentionally, but maybe it's the price to pay for the happiness of someone I ca
Emily felt like she had just declared war. It involved cute hair clips and dresses covered in ruche and lace, but it was war nonetheless. The next day, just as she expected, the reviews for the fashion show said practically nothing about her designs. The one person who mentioned it said it was too derivative of the 50s style and not unique enough. What she didn't completely expect was to see Ruby's so-called originals receive high praise from the critics. Emily was excited that the critics approved of 'Ruby's' work, which was basically her own work. The downside, of course, was that she basically had to start over. If she tried to use any of the original designs she had shown Ruby, she would now get accused of copying that lowly cheat.Those dresses had been reflective of all her work, so now she was faced with the formidable task of completely remaking her own style."At least I learned a valuable lesson," she said to Byron over drinks, "Never show my designs to someone I don'
Emily was startled when the phone rang. It was just as well since she had been sitting there for the last several minutes staring at her sketches but not doing much. Her mind had been distracted by the decision of whether to move in with her boyfriend, and now here he was calling.Byron was so immersed in his film project that he hadn't asked her to visit in several days. He did seem to miss her because he called every day. Emily hoped that no matter what her answer would be, he would still want to continue with their relationship."Are we ever going to see each other this week?" he asked when she picked up the phone."I'm a little busy," Emily said, "but maybe we could work something out.""You're not avoiding me, are you?" he queried."Of course not. It's just that you have your films, and I have the new clothing lines to make."She heard him take in a breath in preparation to say something..."Emily, if you're worried about moving in with me, you don't have to decide right aw