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Taking a deep breath I gathered my courage then softly knocked on the door and waited a second before giving up. Dianna let out an annoyed sigh, reached around me and knocked loudly before walking away. I was just about to run after her when the door opened.

“I’m busy,” Will said as he let go of the door and re-entered his room.

Entering his room I immediately felt bad. Will chose to stay in an ordinary guest room while Dianna and I had spacious, luxurious suites. Even in his anger towards me he let me enjoy the posh finery and the view.

Wearing a black suit, Will walked back and forth through the room as he packed things into his suitcase. Slowly it dawned on me what was going on.

“What are you doing?” I asked him as I looked into his suitcase. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going home,” he said between clenched teeth.

“No, you can’t leave.”

“I have no interest in fashion and unless you’ve changed your mind, Hargrove’s doesn’t have a collection to present. I have no reason to stay.” He was quiet while he continued packing then looked at me, the green flecks in his eyes flashed angrily then softened. “I’m sorry. I should have told you exactly who I was. I liked that you weren’t into me because of Hargrove’s and I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want risk things changing.”

“I was wrong,” I whispered.

“What?”

“I was wrong,” I said quietly.

“Speak up, I can’t hear you.”

I cleared my throat and finally spoke at normal volume. “I was wrong.”

“What was that?” He said as he turned away with his crooked grin.

“You jerk! You heard me.”

“And?”

“And I’m sorry I made such a big deal over something stupid. But you have to see it from my side.”

“I do understand, Deborah. I know your concerns are valid, but I really have nothing to do with the Designer Challenge. I was just as surprised when I found out you won and immediately wanted to surprise you with the trip.”

“Dianna helped talk some sense into me. I even designed an amazing new dress I added to the collection.”

“I’m glad. You really do deserve this opportunity. And since we’re out a little early, why don’t we go for a drive today. Just you and me.”

“Just the two of us?”

“Yes. It’s morning so there’s plenty of time. Lets drive out to the countryside. I hear its beautiful.”

“I don’t know, Will. I’m supposed to do measurements today. The next time I see the models I’ll be dressing them for the runway. Let me meet the models and see what I can do. In the meantime bring your bags to my room.”

Standing on tip toes I reached up, pulled him down to me and kissed him. All was right in the world again.





Chapter Fifteen

Deborah



As the taxi arrived at the Louvre, the first thing I noticed was the glass pyramid which looked even more impressive than in photos. Dianna and I peeled ourselves off the car windows as we soaked in as much of Paris as we could during the ride. Expecting a long day on my feet, I dressed comfortably in a pair of tan linen cropped pants with an black floral print empire waist top.

Apparently all this time there were cocoons in my stomach just waiting for me to arrive at Carrousel du Louvre, because as soon as I got out of the car hundreds of butterflies filled my stomach.

Entering the mall that hosted Fashion Week, we were in awe as we walked along the gleaming ivory marble floors, not much different than those at work, but somehow much more glamorous to us. Following the flow of people wearing some of the most eclectic styles, I felt a little plain dressed so casually but knew I was finally where I dreamed of being.

While the show didn’t start for another couple of days, today was really important because it was the first time we would meet our models and the last time we would see them until an hour before showtime. The measurements we got today needed to be perfect.

Even everyone with their black glossy Fashion Week access passes dangling around their necks, seemed special. After collecting our passes, I looked at mine for a moment and smiled seeing ‘Deborah Hansen, Designer’ printed across it.

A short red haired woman with ‘volunteer’ on her badge, showed us to the space Hargrove’s arranged for us to use for fittings and alterations. It was a white room with just enough room for two sewing machines, several dress forms, a long table, and a three-way mirror that reminded me of Will the day I took his measurements.

My palms were moist as I unpacked my designs and waited for the models to arrive. I had a lot of work ahead of me since I designed the clothes for a bigger girl than what the models would be.