Dior party (chapter 1)
Chapter One – The Nerve!
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• Darcie •
“One more! Show me more collarbone...yes..yes” Gilmore, the photographer was ordering the model kayina or Karina whatever, as she was posing for our magazine 'Lights out'. She was wearing a stunning halter neck dress with a low back line and knee length A line design, the dress fabric is a brocade type with little details that give off victorian era vibe I have to admit—the hair artist did a great job giving her auburn short french bob hair a wavy twist and beautiful red dyed tips. I watched as Gilmore changed his posture as well—from holding the camera up standing stiff to leaning and slightly raising his right leg with the way he's changing positions..you'd think he has no bone structure... Literally! He's like an origami.
The auto-fan blows capturing Karina's oval face and stylish French bob as she tries out various poses. I'm sitting at the back of everyone as I quietly observe them. I can see the slight tremor in her eyes probably because the CEO's watching her like a traditional 90 year old Grandma would watch a hooker.— not saying she's a hooker though..
I'm leaned back on my seat crossing one leg above the other holding an illustrated graphic design of an upcoming dress and watching her with an expressionless face so yeah, a tiniest bit intimidating. No one here would believe that i'm thinking about a chicken that attacked me early this morning —yes, you hear- read that right.
I was visiting Cassie's farm as I promised earlier today and I came across this mother hen and her adorable chicks like they were red and so cute so I tried to feed some breadcrumbs to them but accidentally almost stepped on a little chick—hey! don't frickin' blame me aight? that little demon did it on purpose I tell you, ON PURPOSE! Cause' tell me why the hell that thing was near my foot when the food was two feet (No pun intended) ahead of it huh?
So anyway the mother did NOT understand it was an accident and it literally started chasing me around the muddy farm like some lion chasing a deer.—i fell. Cassie laughed, and I swore not to ever visit her farm again. Or not EVER cross the mummy hen's path again. End of story.
So my mind kept on drifting from random to random..chicken chase, juicy soap operas, very cute baby I saw on my way here that made me have temporary baby fever, my weight cause' I gained a few pounds, if my tampon isn't holding my period enough and I low key stained my white pants.
Gah Darcie! Why would you pick white pants on your period for Lord's sake huh?
I fidget a bit at the thought and take off my leather jacket then wrap it around my waist..still maintaining eye contact with the model and Gilmore. But my mind farrrrr gone.
I zone out a little-i get it.
When I've had enough of the photo shooting before I rip my hair off I get up, boots clicking, not a loud sound a quiet one—an aura that demands attention—not pleads for it.
Everone halts. Gilmore stops, Kari-something stops, people controlling the lighting stops. “Alright everyone, I think that's enough” I say clapping my hands slightly. “Gilmore-" "yes ma'am" he interrupts
“Chill” I chuckle slightly. So does he but it sounds more like a nervous chuckle, I continue “how many pictures do you have?"
Gilbert looks at his camera “Uhh...forty-eight!....ma'am” he responds, his Italian accent slipping through. “That's alright” I smile.
“Guys, you've been doing a great job, I'm proud of you all..the time is...” I look at my watch briefly before clasping my hands together with a tipped smile “Five forty five...so I'm giving you guys an early lea-’’ I notice the model looking down..her hands clasped in front of her..she isn't much younger than me though “Sweetie” I snap my fingers at her and she instantly looks up at me giving a shy smile “No need to be scared, I don't bite" I smirk.
“I just wanted to say you were amazing..okay?” she smiles shyly muttering a small 'thank you ma'am' trying so hard to hide a blush and I smile in return.
Weird.
“Um...what's your name again?” I ask the model
“Katrina” she replies quietly.
“Ah Katrina, alright”
“I'm giving you guys an early leave..you guys were supposed to have finished by sixty-thirty pm am I right?’’ everyone murmurs an agreement.
“Great!, you can go home now, be back tomorrow though I wanna see commitment” everyone agrees..again.
“Good, thank you everyone.. You're dismissed” they all thank me and take their leave..people packing things up and all.
“Katrina wait” I call.
She halts and slowly turns back
What are we—in a horror movie?
“A word?”
Gotta get this shi off my chest quickly so I can check my damn underwear.
I sit down on one of the cushions and gesture for her to do the same which she does.
“How do you feel working here?” I ask.
“G-Great ma'am” she nervously fiddles with her fingers. I glance at them briefly then look back up at her which she notices and takes it as her sign to stop which she does.
“You seem a little frightened” I lean forward a bit a playful grin dancing on my lips.
“No, i-i'm a huge fan and I really wanted to be a model for Nàe fashion and it's r-really my f-first time m-meeting y-you” she manages to mutter out. She does that finger thing again.
“Well I'm glad you're here and I loved the photoshoot even if I didn't show my admiration much” I chuckle. “But anyway there's no need to be scared of me—okay, what's the first thing that came to your mind when you saw me?” I leaned back.
“Confident, Bold, Beautiful”
Aw...
“hey I said first thing” I joke.
She giggles. “I watched you on TV and on interviews and I just admired it, you always seem in control—and I want to be like that”
Seems she's loosening up a little—Good.
“Thank you, here's the thing Katrina, the way you posed and you shown how effortless someone could look in that dress—i love it” She smiles ‘‘you don't need to be scared sweetie, we're not much older than each other anyway, how old are you?”
“Twenty one ma'am”
“Twenty one, and quit it with the ma'am, call me Darcie”
“D-Darcie"
“Good, that wasn't so hard now was it? And twenty one? We're almost the same I'm twenty five” I giggle ‘‘the point is, I want us to be friends Katrina, here in AURÈLIS Fashion and or AURÈLIS beauty in general, we're all friends and family. We treat people like we've known them forever and that's how it should be sweetheart” I smile “Yeah yeah I'm the boss I can fire people yenyenyen but doesn't mean you should be frightened, I want to be your friend okay?” I smile and she smiles back “i want to be yours too”
“Great, infact” I dig into my bag and pull something out ‘‘here's my card” she gasps. “yeah, so email me with any questions okay?”
“okay” she stares at the card.
“That's all”
She gets up and I do too
“Thank you ma- Darcie” she smiles.
“good, it's okay, don't forget i see talent and potential in you okay? ”
“yes..Darcie”
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“Halter..no” “Strapless...nah” “Sweetheart...ah...but no” “Deep V-neck....hm...can stay as an option” Cassie flings the dress to my bed. Cassie and I- or..just Cassie is currently rummaging through my closet for a dress for Dior's V.I.P party which I'm practically being dragged to.
I'm here sitting pretty on my bed waiting for her to finish.
Cassie and I have been friends since 11th grade and we've been going strong. Throughout college we weren't together but in the same city..Hong Kong. I went to HKAPA (Hong Kong Academy of Performing Arts) and she went to Hong Kong university. The most popular in the state.
Ever since I've known Cassie she's always been one to grab attention anywhere she went, with her long silky black hair, hazel eyes, clean oval face, plump lips, and lean model-like figure. And an unmistakably desirable taste in fashion..just like me.
And before you ask—yes, I am an actress and a Fashion Company founder. Was hard at first but I passed through and my acting career have also had ups and downs but so far so good.
“Aha! This one!’’ Cassie exclaims holding up a deep red, silk and brocade mini dress—well hell, I forgot that existed in my closet.
It had a low neckline—very low, long finger length sleeves and the bottom being mid thigh (mini) length. The dress has little traces of golden brocade on the sleeve tips, waist line, and neckline, the dress had a low back line as well just a few inches away from the butt. The silk was a mix very strong kind of satin. I made this dress a few years ago...didn't wear it.
“Oh...damn haven't seen this in like decades” I took the dress from her, examining it.
“Didn't you wear this to winter's birth party” Cassie rolled her eyes.
_Oh. Guess I did wear it_
Winter is a friend of Cassie and I, she gave birth to a baby girl three years ago. Rumi.
“Oh. that was a long time ago”
“Fine, then wear this one’’ Cassie brought out a long body con dress with the same low neckline and long sleeves but this time it's fabric is Crepe and the colour is dark teal. With a high slit. Thigh high. The back of the dress has a sexy oval cut.
“This one's not so bad-”
“Good. Wear it” Cassie sits down making an exaggerated moan.
“Save that for Damien please” I didn't spare her a glance.
“You're just jealous you don't have a lover..aren't ya” Cassie teases.
“Oh fuck off”
Cassie snickers.
“But on a serious note though—Adam seems really into you”
I turn to face her ‘‘I know, but he's -”
“yeah yeah not your type...I get it. But won't you atleast give him a try?” She whines.
“No”
“But you-”
“Nope”
“Can't you-”
“Noooo”
She flops on my bed with a defeated grunt “So damn stubborn” She grumbles.
I chuckle, relationships haven't been weird for me I mean, I just never had the time and Cassie's right, Adam is a medical doctor and currently studying law, he's about 6'1, funny looking teeth—but white though, dark hair he's balding a little, and a quite lean figure, he can carry me though. Once when i was having pins and needles.
“At this rate, you'll just be that single rich aunt” Cassie's face deep into my silk pillow.
Yeah yeah. I'm a sucker for silk.
“Okay, date Jefferson then’’ She life her head up from my pillow and lies on her back waiting for an answer.
“Sure, right after all the men in the world die”
We laugh.
Jefferson is a weird, pompous, greedy bastard—yeah I said that. Like I don't get it. He's ugly, eats bread and ketchup. Picks his nose in public and scams people. Surprised no one has sued him yet. He keeps acting like we're friends and that legit grosses me out. Jefferson is Damien's Cousin's half brother. Weird huh.
The guys has all this bribe because of his his _daddy's_ money. He feels like he's conquered the world. Like a little rat screaming at Jaguars.
So after Cassie and I's banter we—ahem, I actually decided on a mini brocade detailed deep waist line dress..stops just at my mid thigh it's golden and Ankara detailed...yeah...brocade Ankara...how cool is that? It has the deep v line and it's a halter. Just covering the breasts and leaving quite a bit of cleavege.
Before dressing up for the night..
