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
Katie was startled at first, but quickly regained her composure and kept walking and smiling. She did some masterful turns to show off the outfit from all angles while the deafening music kept demolishing everyone's ear drums.Emily walked swiftly out of the hall to see what was happening. The room next door, a big hall just like the one she had rented, had a sign on it that said "Metal-head Convention: free beer and heavy metal."Just her luck! Emily entered the metal room, hoping to ask them to keep the volume down just a little.Inside, people were dancing and jumping about to the music. Operating the turntables in a Raging Horticulturalist hoodie was none other than her old friend Ruby. This explained everything. Now Emily knew who had stolen her signs. She called the front desk, asking them if anything could be done about the loud music. The reply was that the metal convention had a right to be there, although the receptionist would ask them to turn the volume down.Meanwhil
Despite being soaked and chilled to the bone, Emily felt uplifted after the sailing trip. The evening provided the perfect antidote as she returned to Byron's place for a hot shower and a spicy dinner of Indian food.As they cuddled in their comfy robes, drinking hot milky tea, she felt more relaxed and happy than she had in a long time."I think this is a brilliant idea you had about the fashion show," Byron said, "If you let me help you, I could ensure only trustworthy people come on board.""How would you do that?" Emily wondered. "Have your security people search the boat?""For a start," he agreed. "I can also contact some members of the press and give them a personal invitation.""Oh, that would be amazing. Thank you!""If you want to keep the location of the boat undisclosed, what we could do is have all the guests picked up by limos and taken to the docks. It would make them feel exclusive, and everyone loves a secret rendezvous."Emily could picture it. The intrigue of
Emily woke up at Byron's place to a grey morning with a gloomy, overcast sky. Usually Byron woke up earlier than her, but this time he was still asleep. She could tell it was one of those days when Byron was feeling out of sorts. He frowned as he awoke and responded somewhat listlessly to her good morning kiss.Since his treatment started, he still had days like this, but usually Emily didn't have time to stay with him throughout the whole day. She knew he was probably out of danger because he promised to call her if he ever had suicidal thoughts again."I'm going to bring you breakfast," Emily said, slipping out of bed.She had the whole day off following the busy run-up to the fashion show, and she was looking forward to taking care of Byron. The walker just returned with Rupert, having taking him on his early morning stroll and allowing them to sleep in. Emily opened the door so Rupert could go in the bedroom."No, Rupert, not the drool," Byron complained.Emily giggled and t
Snow crunched beneath car tires as the BMW made its way up and down mountain peaks. Emily drove the car, letting Byron take in the beautiful mountains and evergreen trees all shining with crowns of white.Emily believed more and more that his depression must have been made worse by the winter season and the repetitive strain of work. And since she didn't have time to go on a real vacation, they decided on a quick weekend getaway to the mountains. She knew the trip made a difference when Byron started singing along with her to "Marshmallow World." He had been in quite a dark mood earlier, but now he was enjoying the journey and cracking jokes.After a few hours' drive they pulled over before Byron's cabin located close to a ski resort. On the outside it had a Swiss chalet look with dark brown timbers and a balcony. Inside, there was a fireplace, and the furniture looked sleek and modern. They went to the nearby town for dinner and then lounged by the fireplace drinking hot chocol
Returning to the city after the amazing weekend wasn't as disappointing as it seemed at first. Emily noticed a change in Byron; although he was back at work, and it was still the bleakest winter season, his heavy mood seemed to have lifted.It scared her a little that she admitted her love for him. Somehow she had pictured her life going differently. She had the idea of traveling the world and meeting many different men before falling in love with someone. But then who said she still couldn't travel the world?Emily felt refreshed and ready to attack her goals with new energy. She had been on the verge of giving up on her fashion venture, but she decided to keep fighting until she faced either absolute defeat or victory.There was one other thing she could do to get more publicity for her fashions: enter a competition. She discovered that there was a designer face-off planned for young designers under 30, and the winner would get their work featured in a national fashion magazine.
It was the final day of the competition. All the clothes would be judged, and only one person would emerge a winner.Emily arrived very early. Byron lent her his car, while Katie came along to help with the clothes. They unloaded everything swiftly and efficiently, hanging the clothes on a wheeled rack provided for the contestants. They took the elevator up, and then rolled the clothes into the big room where the models awaited.Inside, it was pure chaos. Everyone else seemed to have gotten there even earlier, and designers were running around making adjustments while the models were being fussed over by hair stylists.Emily saw there was a section assigned to her with mirrors and makeup tables. The models who gathered there seemed underwhelmed by the selection of clothes she brought. "Hi ladies," Emily said, "Please continued with your hair and makeup. There's no rush.""This is going to make me look like Raggedy Ann," one of them muttered under her breath.It was true that the