4

"Bianca, you have to come out now," mom says while she knocked on my door. It's now Sunday and I've been in my room since last night. Thank god for my snack stash I have.

"I'm sick," I say in a raspy voice then fake a cough.

"Bianca Anne," mom sighs and I sit up in my bed, "you need to go to work and get the designs going."

I groan and throw my pillow at the door, "I'll be ready soon." I hear her walk off and I stand up. My neck hurts from the awkward sleeping position I was in and I move it from shoulder to shoulder loosening it up. I head to the bathroom and turn the water on until it is the perfect temperature. I stand under the water for a minute, letting it cascade down my back, warming up my body. I lather shampoo in my hair and make sure the excess is out before I rinse out the shampoo. The conditioner I put it and leave it. Grabbing my strawberry scented soap, I put some on the loofa before scrubbing my body. Once I'm done putting the soap on I rinse off the buds and the conditioner out of my hair. Because I'm in such a crappy mood I skip the shaving for another day and get out. The fluffy white towel makes me a little bit more warm after I stepped into the cold air. My hair I leave down and let it dry that way, I wash my face with my cleanser and head back to my room. My outfit consists of a black pencil skirt that goes to mid thigh, a red blouse that ties around my neck. The sleeves have a slight puff to them but it wraps around my wrists. I tuck it into my skirt before slipping on black heels. Once again I go back to my bathroom and put on quick make up. Just foundation, concealer, nude lipstick, and mascara. I could care less about my hair but I still brush it so it doesn't look so ratted.

I texted Kay after dinner last night and she understood why I didn't want to go out. She said we are going out soon, she still is making me go. "Good you're ready," mom says standing up from her chair in the living room, "lets get to the office."

"You're coming?" I ask as I slip on my black coat. My black Chanel purse and keys are by the door.

"I'd like to see how everything is going," she replies as she follows me out. We get into the car and the first five minutes are quiet. "I'm sorry about last night, I had no idea darling."

"I know mom," I tell her as I turn off my turn signal. "This is just a lot to take in. Oliver just broke up with me and next thing I know I'm engaged to a stranger."

"At least he is cute," mom grins and I roll my eyes.

"Maybe a little bit more than cute," I grin back and hers turns into a smile.

"He seems like a good man for you," she says and I take a deep breath, that's what I thought about Oliver. "If it helps, I know your father only put up with Oliver for you. He hated that boy."

I look over at her quickly in shock before I look back at the road, "why?"

"He just didn't believe that Oliver was good enough for you," mom answers and I reply with a curt nod. Soon enough we reach the office and I pull into the parking deck. I park in my reserved spot before we both get out. We head to the elevator then upstairs to my office. Last night I had sent out an email to my faculty saying I needed the designs Monday, mother's orders. Many of the employees at AG Fashion have been here and were employed by my mom. Mom started her company before she met dad. She only had it for three years before she married my dad. That's why there is a G for Gray instead of a H.

"Welcome back Mrs. Harrison," my assistant smiles as we walk past her desk. She always makes my calls to my mom when it's business. I hate talking business with my mom, well just business in general.

"Hello Isabelle," mom replies before we go into my office. I notice a file on my desk and I open the folder. There is a small stack of designs, Isabelle must've brought them in here.

"Looks like we already have quite a few done," I mumble to myself as I look through the designs. It's for our spring collection, and my team has done a great job. The design on top is gorgeous. Its a white skater skirt, a long sleeve off the shoulder light pink top, black tights, and white ballet flats. The corner has a signature, obviously it was made by Taylor. She is one of the new designers, she was hired five months ago, only recently graduating. Taylor is super shy but has amazing talent she will always be with this company as long as I'm around.

"That's amazing," mom says as she picks up the paper, "did Tatiana make this?"

"Taylor Piper," I tell her as her eyes scan the paper, "she was hired five months ago, right out of college. She is amazing."

"She is," mom nods in agreement. "I'd like to meet her. Call her in."

"If she is here," I tell mom as I pick up the phone on my desk. I call Isabelle to go get her, luckily she is here. "Don't be to over the top mom, she's very shy."

After a few minutes, mom has looked through designs and has thrown a couple out. "Miss, Taylor is here," Isabelle says through the phone.

"She can come in," I reply before I set the phone down once again. I hear my door open and Taylor walks in. She's absolutely beautiful, but I don't think she knows it. She's taller than me, around 5'8. Her long auburn hair is naturally curly and goes to the middle of her back. Her eyes are a bright green and she has freckles all across her cheeks.

"It's wonderful to meet you Taylor," mom says and it looks as if Taylor's eye pop out of her head.

"Y-you as w-well Mrs. Harrison," Taylor stutters and I grin at her shyness.

Mom stands up and walks over to her. "You are a very beautiful girl Taylor," mom says and I see Taylor's face flush.

"Thank you," she says shyly.

"You'll be the model for this outfit," mom tells her holding out Taylor's design, "I will give you further information about it soon."

"Really?" Taylor smiles when she looks at her design, "t-thank you Mrs. Harrison. I have no idea what to say."

"You don't need to say anything," mom smiles at her, "I'd like you to continue making designs like this."

"Of course ma'am," Taylor says and hurries out of the room.

"Model?" I ask with a smile as I display designs across my desk.

"She has a model's body," mom shrugs as she puts the design on top of the folder, "besides she'd look best in it, I can tell."

"Looks like she'll need an agent soon," I joke as I stack the ones that I'm not keeping. "We need ten more designs."

"Tomorrow I expect them to be done," mom says sternly, "I need to get all the designs from all over approved." Mom has each country design their own spring selection, she believes that they should be able to make something that they'd actually wear. Not something that is just trending in America. Of course mom just chooses the top designs from each country by putting the twenty designs from each office in that country. It's actually quite complicated so I won't go into it. "Oh, Leon is here waiting at the front," mom speaks up and my eyes widen.

"What?" I choke out and she rolls her eyes.

"You two are choosing a house today," mom tells me, "your father and Liam have chosen three for you two to choose from."

"We aren't just living in his flat?" I ask and mom shakes her head.

"You two need a home if you are going to be married," mom says and I sigh. Marriage doesn't seem right.

"Alright," I say and put my purse back on my shoulder. I toss my keys to her and tell her to be careful with my baby. "See you at home."

I head down the elevator to the main floor. Once the elevator doors open I walk out the front door and see a charcoal grey Tesla Model 3. The window rolls down and Leon bends his down so I can see him, "Lets go!" he calls at me and I get out of my phase. Oh how I want this car.

"When did you get this?" I ask as I touch the dashboard.

"My car?" he asks and I nod as I look around. This looks better than my Tesla. "A month or so ago."

"I wish I could have it," I say as I buckle up. "Mines a Model X."

"You have a Tesla?" He asks in shock and I nod back confused "Who knew you would have one."

"Excuse me?" I ask and look over at him.

"You are just a daddy's girl, I can tell. Besides I didn't think fashion designers wanted Teslas," he says and I glare at him.

"Just because I design clothes doesn't mean I'm a girly girl," I say and cross my arms over my chest.

"Alright love," he chuckles, his accent showing.

God, British accents are my new weakness.