Beneath The Crown

Short Encounter

JAI POV

She attended a press conference about their Winter Fashion Collection to be released in December.

"What will we expect from the Winter Fashion Collection?" the reporter asked.

"Our winter fashion collection is a winter spirit celebration, combining functionality, elegance, and creativity. Each piece has been meticulously designed to suit our client's different needs and tastes, letting them appreciate the season's magic while looking and feeling their best." She gives them enough answers but not enough to spill their design, as it's not out yet to the public.

"Trends in the fashion sector can shift quickly. How has your brand created classic pieces while capturing the latest winter fashion trends?"

"That's an excellent question. At Harlow, we understand the significance of balancing designing classic designs and staying updated with fashion trends. Our strategy is based on a mindset that emphasizes both durability and creation. We think that classic fundamentals should form the core of any wardrobe. These are the objects that surpass seasonal trends and are timeless. Our design team meticulously creates key pieces like classic jackets, flexible sweaters, and exquisite accessories that can smoothly integrate into various winter styles. These pieces form the foundation of our collections, giving our consumers classic wardrobe standards."

"What is your goal in this collection?"

"We want to make winter fashion that defies passing trends while embracing the excitement and creativity they bring. We want our consumers to feel confident that they invest in our clothing and accessories in a quality, long-lasting style that expresses their unique personality." She was about to stand up when a reporter was asking a daring question.

"Do you have any plans to collaborate with Lewis Clothing any time?" another reporter asked.

It wasn't a secret in their industry how their families were tied into a cycle of feuds for unknown reasons, or at least she thought.

"Not any time soon, but maybe, who knows?" she answered; she already knew how to give them answers that would satisfy them.

And with that, she hurriedly left the venue and headed to her condo as she had a pulsating headache.

She arrived at her condo without interruption, and I meant not seeing Yala's face in the vicinity. I hope she will move. May cosmic forces hear me and, of course, by God. She meant it.

She woke up with a growling tummy. It was already 10 p.m. when I checked the time. The room is pitched dark. She closed her blackout curtains before she fell asleep after taking ibuprofen.

My tummy is bothering me; my last meal was brunch at 10:30 a.m. So now, I’m so hungry that I could eat a cow!

Ransacking through her kitchen, she didn't find anything except water. Unbelievable! This is just so great! Where's the food when I needed it? She chuckled. I wouldn't have experienced this hunger if I had come home to my parent's house.

I feel better now, no more headache, so I want to go down to find food.

As if heaven was mocking her right now, she saw Yala walking down the corridor towards the elevator when she opened the door. It's too late to get inside, as she has already seen me.

Oh, how I hate interactions like this!

"Oh wow, you seem disheveled." Yala looked at her up and down. She's just in her Givenchy 4G slim fit jogger pants in tufted fleece paired with the oversized 46 multicolor hoodie and black slides. Her hair is tied in a bun, and she has no makeup.

"You look like a jackass." She harshly replied, as she wasn't in a mood right now.

Yala is wearing a Fendi silk midi dress cinched at the waist with a slim black patent leather belt adorned with a gold Fendi buckle, adding a touch of definition to the ensemble.

Her choice of footwear was a pair of Fendi stiletto heels, each bearing the brand's signature elegance with a contemporary twist. The heels featured the same double-F logo in gold hardware, placed on the ankle strap and heel counter.

She was using a Chanel bag, whose chain strap was interwoven with black leather. The quilted leather surface exuded luxury, showcasing Chanel's iconic diamond stitching.

Her makeup blended perfectly with sculpted brows, a soft smoky eye, and a rich berry lip that added a touch of drama to her overall look. Her hair was styled in loose waves, cascading elegantly over her shoulders.

My mind as a fashion enthusiast always gets lost once I see fashion, no matter who the wearer is. Earth to Jai! I did not just appreciate her style, right? I was describing! She defended herself. Great!

"A pretty jackass, you say." And with that, she headed to the elevator.

The elevator door opened, and Yala got inside first.

"You are coming or what?" she asked; she seemed in a hurry.

Should I ride the elevator with her so that she can annoy her? Or nah.

She chose not to get in.

"You would be so lucky." She crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows. Seeing Yala stirs her up. She hates her guts now. I couldn't imagine that, at some point, I liked her as a person. Nyah shivers. God forbid!

"The hell am I." Was all she could hear when the elevator door closed.

I hate how she can just ruin my mood in those short encounters.

She wasn't in the mood now and wanted to get back inside, but her tummy kept on growling! Ahhh, how could a tummy be this demanding?

She was already down in the lobby and on her way to the restaurant beside the entrance, exclusive to the residents. An outsider could dine in, but a resident should accompany them.

She saw Yala still outside the lobby as if waiting for someone. Hmmp! May that someone abandon her!

But then again, the universe isn't on her side right now. I saw a brunette girl headed towards Yala, whom Yala greeted enthusiastically.

When she was about to head off, as if on cue, Yala looked back. She was caught off guard. Yala smiled smugly, to which she returned with a raised eyebrow. As if to show off with, I don't know how, what, and why, she grabbed the lady's booty and squeezed it, which the lady giggled in return. Perverts!