NY
Prologue


To: Quatre

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Subject: Here I Am, Baby!!

Wow! I'm finally here! And God, is New York a great city. I'm sorry I haven't written earlier, but I've just been so busy getting settled. I bought a dump of a place in South End, it's overrun with cockroaches and rats and I LOVE IT! Some guys from college took me out my first night here, we must have hit at least ten clubs that night...I came home at noon and passed out...but don't worry! I'm being responsible, I swear!

I go jogging in Central Park every morning now. It's amazing who you see there, I swear every famous person in the city jogs there. I saw that actor guy, you know in that boring drama flick you always made me watch, walking his baby there with his model wife, Natasha whatever, and they stopped to talk with this other actor guy, God I'm bad with names, but he's in that sci-fi film I like, remember? Sure you do. Well anyway, they were talking about...get this...their kids! They act just like normal people...go figure.

I even got a job- GO ME! But you know, when I came here to get into the fashion industry, I never imagined I´d be doing this. Sure, technically, I'm in couture, but still...any way, I work for the Barton couture house, you know, as in Trowa? Oh, of course you do, he only designs clothing for EVERYONE! I don't get to do any actual designing or anything, though. I work at one of his boutiques, and I'm not even a personal shopper or anything. No, you actually have to have money to even work sales at one of these stores. I'm keeping the books for the manager...I knew that accounting degree would come in handy some day! At least I'm close to working in fashion, though. Hopefully I´ll be able to get my foot in the door- keep your fingers crossed for me!

In the mean time, I hate my job. I'm in the back room most of the time, though, so I don't have to deal with the snobs that come in. But then again, I don't get to see the famous people who come in, either. :( The manager's name is Wufei Chang, Mister Chang to every one he thinks he's better than (this includes me). He's an arrogant snot, always sucking up to the elite clientele and turning away the mere mortals who stumble in. There are these two girls who come in a lot, though, debutante princesses who have nothing to do but spend money, names of Relena Peacecraft and Dorothy Catalonia. Chang sucks up to them big time, since their parents are in politics or something and they're loaded. Old money, you know. He's always complimenting them and stuff like that. One good thing I can say about him, though, is that I don't think he's lying when he compliments them like that. Sure, with every one else he's lying, but with them I think he really means in. He treats them like little sisters, or even daughters. They like him a lot too. Recently they've all been talking about this guy, Heero Yuy, he's old money too, family from New England and dating back to forever...they were probably the ones that pushed the Native Americans inland. You know, that type of family. He's probably never had to work a day in his life. Any way, he's coming back from Italy, where he was off spending his allowance with another high class type guy, really risqué name, though I can't remember what...I really have been listening to too much of their gossip. Anyway, things didn't work out and Sex or whatever his name was left Yuy for some Russian aristocrat...it was some big scandal. So now Yuy´s back in town, and single, and word is his mom is looking for some one proper to marry him off too. Proper as in, you know, wealthy but not bourgeoisie, God forbid he marries some one who actually worked for their money. Rumor around the elitist social circles is that she's planning a cotillion ball full of young, proper boys and girls, so Mr.Yuy can have his pick of spouses. Relena and Dorothy, of course, are both ga ga over the news, and are going through the designers looking for the perfect dresses...and the invitations haven't even gone out yet. And you know, they haven't even met the guy. They just know his stats. I never did understand people like them. Still, I've never been to a ball before...it would be kind of fun to go, just to see what it was like. Oh well, no chance of that happening. Maybe when I'm a famous designer!

That's pretty much everything in my life now...sad, huh? E-mail me back, `kay Quat?

~Duo