C6 Six

The thought of meeting with Samuel at the FILL & FULL diner tomorrow irritated me. I could remember how he constantly flirted with me the last time I met with him to prepare me a passport to Canada at the begging of the year. Now I'm gonna sit there and watch it repeat itself.

I hadn't realized I slept off until I felt the sun slightly seeping into my room through my open window and burning my eyes.

" Good morning! " Ashley sang as she badged into my room, walking over to my window to push the curtains out of the way to burn my eyes more.

" God, Ashley " I grunt, trying to hide my face from the wicked rays.

" I made breakfast! "

Ashley was my personal assistant. She was assigned to me by Moria a few months after I started working for her and after I established my boutique three months ago, she's been nothing but helpful in looking out for it and still doing her job as my assistant. She's been more of a sister to me in these past few months. But sometimes she could be a pain in the ass! Like right now.

" Get up! You have to meet with Mr Samuel, check in with Florentine and try out for the new outfits for the show coming up and . . . . . "

I grunted again, causing her to pause. I totally forgot about trying out the new outfits. Thank God for my understanding professors, I didn't have to go to class every day.

I let Ashley choose my outfit as always before walking out to eat breakfast. Today it was a casual blue BLD gown with black stilettoes and my hair, a dangling ponytail.

After finishing my breakfast, we rode to the place where I was supposed to meet with Samuel at exactly 10a.m.

Not so surprising to see that Samuel was already seated at a table, well dressed in his unmistakable Italian tuxedos. I wanted to smack off the grin on his lips as he saw me but instead, I gave him a staged polite smile before sitting down opposite him.

" You came " he smiled pointedly.

" I see you came right on time, Samuel " I teased him.

" Well, yes "

Samuel went out of his way to order us some steaks before talking about why I was here.

" Your boss needs you on the plane before next weekend, I'm sure she told you that. You're to attend a gala for the young prince's coronation "

" Young prince? " I asked, confused.

" Yes. The Baratheon house of England. The third? "

" Oh, " I chuckled " yeah " I had no idea who those were. But I've always loved galas. Royal galas.

" Florentine wants you to wear her latest design to the gala and show it off, oh! So elegantly!"

I hated it when he talks like that but I nod with a smile anyway.

" Um. . . . When exactly is this gala? " I asked.

" On the 27th "

I froze at once, staring blankly at him. I couldn't make it. I had my exam on 26th. It was impossible.

" Florentine would like me to take you to try out the outfit tomorrow. . . . . " Samuel continued to talk but all I was hearing was that sound, that pondering action of my heartbeats. This is all bad. The timing was super bad. I couldn't miss this gala, it was a big chance for me on so many levels but I also couldn't ditch my exam, damn it!

I couldn't decide what I wanted to wear, especially when Ashley was all over the place, telling me to wear this and that. I'd shut her up by telling her that " I'm going to school not some freaking fashion show". In the end, I'd picked out my favorite faded blue boyfriend jeans with black off shoulder shirt, nude heels and worn a hoop earrings to go with it. Then I made my hair into a messy updo, putting on my oversized sunglasses and matching it all with some barely visible nude gloss.

I hadn't had enough time to study last night and I had only today to study before my exam coming up in the following week. I'm going to be busy all weekend and I didn't really care about that.

Thinking about the fact that I've not really decided what I'm gonna do about the travelling my boss wanted me to make to Brazil this same weekend. How do I just throw all my two years of sheer struggle and sleepless nights away just for some god-damned show? You know I don't even know what I'm going to do in Brazil yet because she never even got to tell me.

When my driver pulled up in front of the school's parking lot, I heard my phone make a sound. The pop sound it always makes when I get a text message. A smile instantly crosses my lips the moment I saw who the message was from. My best friend, Blake.

Blake has been my best friend for as long as I can remember. We didn't go to highschool together but we did meet along the time. I'd say it was just a coincidence that we're even still close.

I remember when we first moved to L.A together. He'd been an ordinary guy, looking for a job after graduating from the university. I remember how he'd left his bag in the hotel's lobby while looking for a bathroom to pee in only to come back to meet a distracted me and a lobby empty of his bag. Unfortunately, someone had mistakenly picked it up and left with it. The next morning we were knocking at a Mrs McLean's door to fetch his bag. That was how I found my first apartment.

Blake has been nothing but supportive and a shoulder to cry on during my troubled days. He's been too good to me in the past few years and every day, we were attending classes together.

I know I said he graduated before. Fortunately enough for me, Blake came to a conclusion that he wanted to get a degree in journalism so. . . . . . We pretty much attend a couple of classes together now.

I clicked his message open.