THREE YEARS LATER
I took the last sip from my whisky glass, New York Fashion Week was getting closer and I was stressed that the collection we were going to present wasn't ready yet. The first costume trial should have been ready by now.
A few knocks on the door diverted my attention from my work. When Cristina appeared with my mother and Gina, I gave an indifferent look to the two women who entered without asking.
"I'm busy, I can't attend to you right now." I said, turning my attention back to the papers I had to review before signing, ignoring the women who sat in front of my desk as if I hadn't said a word.
"Alexis woke up." My mother said, and I put aside the papers, furrowing my brow, unable to believe what I was hearing.
"Woke up? When?" I asked incredulously, although I could
