Sunday, 25 March 2018.
Emilie’s private boutique, Manhattan Upper Eastside, New York City.
That sunny Sunday morning, Emilie keeps walking back and forth insecurely in front of her boutique’s glass window. She keeps biting her curvy nails and looks a little frustrated about something.
On the other side, Sonia has been sitting alone across the room while lazily turning the pages of an infamous fashion magazine. But her eyes sometimes steal a glance at Emilie.
“Okay, stop there. I know what you’ve been thinking, girl…” Sonia snaps firmly, at the same time she closes the magazine.
Thereafter, right at that second, Emilie glances nervously at her and says, “Yeah, and what is it, Miss Clever Sonia Ash?”
“Oh, so now, I am the clever girl? Yes, I am, of course, absolutely…” she chuckles cyn
