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I'm standing in the middle of my biggest outlet in Dallas, glancing around, checking if the workers are doing their job properly.
I walk towards the causal section and irritation fills me at the sight before me. All the clothes are jumbled up in a big ball. The sizes and colours all mixed up.
"You," I angrily point at the small worker girl dealing with a blonde woman, "Sort this mess out if you don't want me to fire you."
She gestures to the blonde customer she's dealing with.
"I'll take it from here. Go," I say as soon as I'm standing beside her. The girl scurries away and starts cleaning the mess.
"Hello. What are you looking for?" I smile at the blonde woman.
"A dress perhaps.," she says extending a hand for me to shake, "I'm Megan."
I take her hand and nod, "Mia. Dresses are on the other side."
"Mia as in Mia Weaver," she c***s a brow and I nod.
"Pleasure to meet you, finally," she happily chirps, "Your dresses are amazing."
"Well, there's a reason I'm one of the best," I smirk.
She follows me towards the dresses section and I help her choosing.
After trying a bunch of dresses, she picks up two from among the ones she tried.
"What do you say?" She asks holding up the two dresses and eyeing them up, "Red or gold?"
I shrug, "What's the event?"
"Oh. It's my birthday party. You wanna join?" She chirps excitedly.
Okay. Isn't it too forwards?
"When is it?" I ask, not that I'll be going there.
I stay as far away from people as I can.
"Tonight?" She says but it comes out more like a question.
"Oh! Happy birthday I guess?" I sheepishly say.
"Thank you," she chuckles and then c***s her brow gesturing towards the dresses.
"Oh. Red," I point towards the red dress.
"That's my girl," she passes me the red dress, "I'll take it."
"Anything else?" I ask, not sure what else to say.
"Nope. Thanks," she says and I nod walking towards the counter with her trailing behind me.
I bill the dress while she was looking here and there in the crowd of people.
"That'll be $2250," I say while she is still busy gawking at the crowd.
"There you are," she pulls a man's arm who was passing by, "$2250."
I take in the messy dark blonde hair with perfect green almond eyes and sharp jaw of the guy who hands me his credit card while texting on the phone.
He's a busy guy, I guess.
A beep sounds as I swipe his card. Megan pouts at the guy and pulls him out of his trance, "Liam. You promised you won't use that today."
"Uh. I'm sorry, Meg," he sighs putting his phone back in his pant pocket, "Something important came up."
She nods and excitedly claps her hands, "Guess who's coming to our party tonight?"
Not again!
"Who?" He furrows his eyebrow confusingly.
"Mia," she points at me while I'm busy billing.
"Who's Mia?" he cockily asks and I internally roll my eyes at his arrogance.
"Mia Weaver," she says my name in a duh tone.
He pauses for a second and then speaks up, "Oh. The designer you're always ranting about."
"Yeah," she sheepishly agrees.
His eyes meet mine followed by his lips twitching up in a smirk and for a second I feel the pull, oblivious of what to do.
Woman up, dude.
Yeah.
"Thank you for shopping here," I say passing him back his card and the shopping bag.
"Carter's. Sharp 8," Megan gives me a look while the guy, who I suppose is Miles, and I stand dumbfounded.
What is it with her?
I sigh, "Look ...." but she cuts me off raising her hand to stop me, "I'm not taking no for an answer."
Argh.
"Ok. I'll try my best to be there," I begrudgingly agree giving her an enthusiastic look.
It's just a party after all.
Yeah. Parties you hate.
Do you ever shut up?
~•~•~
Megan excitedly pulls me as soon as I step in the extravagant hotel. The room is full of people and the music is blaring loud. A huge silver globe in the middle is reflecting colorful lights throughout the room.
It looks amazing but I'm still not a party person.
"Well, hello to you too," I chirp.
She chuckles at my sarcasm, "I want you to meet my friends."
"Okay," I say walking along.
"Hey guys. This is Mia Weaver," she introduces me as soon as she stops beside a bunch of girls.
I nod at them and they one by one shake my hand, telling their names, which I don't really remember.
"You look really pretty," Megan smiles at me.
"Thanks. So do you by the way. Red really is your color," I compliment.
Her brown eyes are popping with the smoky eye shadows she've applied and she's carrying the dress so confidently. I admire it.
A voice calls her so she excuses herself, leaving me with a bunch of immature girls.
I can't help it. I'm not good at small talk.
Fortunately, my phone rings so I excuse myself from them too.
"Hello?" I say picking up the phone.
"Hey. Where are you?" Noah asks from the other end.
"Party," I sigh.
"Woah. No s**t?" He exclaims.
"Yeah. Don't ask," I roll my eyes.
I know what he will say. I never go to parties with them. They've asked a few times but I always refuse.
"Okay," he says, not sure what else to say, "I'll talk to you later," and hangs up.
Weird.
"I take it as you don't like parties," A smooth voice comments from behind me.
"I don't like people," I confess turning towards the voice, who happens to be the guy who was with Megan earlier, Miles, I guess, "and alcohol."
"Well. Will it really be a party if there aren't enough people, or alcohol?" He smirks holding a glass of wine.
I roll my eyes, suddenly annoyed of his comment, "I don't care," and make my way back.
"Hey. Wait," he pulls me by my arm.
"What?" I snap jerking my arm away from him.
"Woah. Easy," He chuckles surrendering.
"Look. Miles, or whatever your name is. Just stay away," I roll my eyes, "I'm not good with people."
Irritation bubbles in me as I see him smirking.
"Liam. But that was close," he purses, his infamous smirk still plastered on his face.
"It's almost same," I defend shrugging.
"No, it's not," he shakes his head amused.
"It is," I repeat stubbornly.
"Come on. It's not," he whines like a baby and a chuckle escapes my mouth at his childish behaviour.
"See. I made you laugh," Liam says proudly so I roll my eyes, "Shut up."
"Can we start over?" He asks extending a hand.
I look at him and then his hand. I sigh realising I'm talking to a human, lying, cheating, selfish humans.
But something makes me put my hand in his, "Hi. I'm Mia Weaver."
"Nice to meet you, Ms. Weaver," he smirks, "I'm Liam. Liam Carter."
"Call me Mia," I say and then trail, "Carter as in ..."
He nods, "Yeah. Its my hotel."
I mm-hm in reponse. Liam is about to say something but Megan interrupts, "There you both are."
Liam turns to her and I notice how his eyes fill with warmth and love.
"You are supposed to cut the cake," Megan says snatching the glass away from him and gulping the wine down.
Wow.
"But isn't it your birthday?" I ask Megan, totally puzzled.
"Oh. We're twins," Megan smiles at me.
"Oh. Happy birthday, Mr. Carter," I smile at him, "I didn't know. I just brought a small present for Megan."
"Call me Liam. I'm not that old. And thank you," he chuckles and pulls me along him and Megan, "Let's go cut the cake."
What's with people pulling me along today?
- Writer
