Thread Of Emotions
865 Words
“So our first stop is at the fashion house,” Mels screamed while clapping her hand like a two-year-old.
“Must you act so childish all the time?” Collins asked while he shook his head.
My sister pouted and stopped smiling. She had had this huge crush on Collins since when she was 11 years old. Collins is my only friend. He just became more like a son to my family. And one day, we had this school work we were working on together, so he came over to my house for the final assignment, and Melissa saw him, since then she won’t stop talking about him and sometimes gave me gifts to give to him at school.
The car slowed down and parked it in front of a big fashion house called “Estelle's Couture”. Estelle is one of the biggest fashion companies in Country A, and wealthy people from all over the world buy their ball gowns from her and many companies endorse her brands.
When we got down, Melissa linked her arm with that of Collins, and Collins ruffled her hair, making her blush. We headed inside together.
On getting inside, some people came to welcome us.
“Good morning miss Davina” One of them greeted us and curtsied to Collins and Mels.
“I’m sure my mom already told you everything before we arrived?” I asked and looked around.
“Yes, Miss Davina” the lady smiled and pointed out the way for us “This way, please”.
We followed her down the hall and into the elevator. The place where all of Estelle's most famous designs are kept is where we went straight up to. We strode down, and she directed Mels into one of the changing rooms.
The other person that came along to welcome us turned and said, “Miss Estelle will be joining you soon ma’am, please sit while you wait”.
They offered us water while Collins and I waited.
“So, Miss CEO now, huh?” He asked awkwardly .
“Why are you acting all formal with me?” I gave him a questioning look.
“Well, nothing in particular, just that things have changed between us since the last time,” he said dejectedly, looking down.
“You are no baby. Get over it already. You know this sad thing is not my role,” I said while smacking his head.
Which made us get a little playful, not noticing the time Estelle walked in.
A throat cleared beside us, getting our attention. I turned around and composed myself.
“Madame,” I greeted her with a light hug and kiss on the cheek.
“Don’t you look as young as ever?” I complimented her.
She smiled."And you look like you're at your Sweet 16," she said, and we both laughed before sitting down.
“I heard about your new position at your father’s company,” Her French accent was evident as she spoke.
“Yes, mainly why we are here, to pick up some dresses for me and my mother,” I replied.
She stood up. “Oui, viens avec moi” She led us to a room where different designers were working on original dresses.
She clapped her hands twice. “Louis, bring me Zi Allure Astrale,” the guy she was talking to vanished in the blink of an eye. “One of my latest designs, Mlle Davina, I took months to make Zis one”
I and Collins just nodded our heads as she kept talking about the dress she made.
Soon the guy came back with a deep red almost burgundy that shines like the night sky.
Luxurious silk, classic high neckline, long flowing sleeves with slight bell-shaped cuffs. Fitted, accentuating the curves, with intricate, hand-beaded silver constellations.
I stared at the gown for a very long time. The color reminded me so much about my mom, my mother loved the color red. I soon felt my eyes getting all watery and quickly looked away from the dress.
“MIIe Davina, do you not like zis gown?” Estelle asked when I didn’t give her an expression about her gown.
“Sorry, Madame, I will go and try it on now. Where is the dressing room?” I took the rolling mannequin to the dressing room.
When I came back outside, everyone was in awe.
“Madame Davina, you look spectacular in this dress. It's made just for you.” Estelle complimented, but I didn't smile, making everyone tense.
“Get it to my house by 6pm, no later, okay?” I said, as I headed back to the changing room to take the dress off.
Soon after, I came out, “Where is Mel's?” I asked Collins, who has been waiting patiently for us.
“She came by just now to show you the dress she picked but left when she was told that you were changing” Collins replied.
“Good, let's go” As I walked near Collins, he linked his arm to mine. I just shook my head as we continued to walk.
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