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Four women were sitting on the porch of a large farmhouse just two miles outside the quiet town of Junesprings when a black convertible BMW speed up the dusty drive coming to a sudden halt in front of the house.
"Robbie, you have a visitor." Jane called from where she was knitting a new scarf despite it being summer.
As the blonde driver stepped out of the car Louise O'Malley squealed as she jumped off her seat.
"Robbie, get out here its Izzie." Louise shouted in delight as she took off down the steps towards the shiny black car and the beautiful woman who drove it. This was the woman who she dreamed about marrying one of her sons but it never came to pass. Reaching Izzie the plump lady threw her arms around her.
"Oh my Izzie, it's so great to have you home." She cried as the front door of the house flew open and Robbie Stevens made a dash towards her only child gently pushing Louise out of the way and grabbing hold of Izzie.
"You should have called and told me you were coming Iz, oh it's so good to see you." She exclaimed as she released Izzie from a tight hug and pulled back.
"Let me get a look at you." Robbie sang as she surveyed her daughter who was wearing casual jeans with a print camisole and a pair of skyscraper heels all of which Robbie knew were designer. "You're too skinny."
Izzie rolled her eyes, "I'm the same weight I was when I left her six years ago Mom." She pointed out as she allowed the two women to lead her back to the house where three curious looking women were staring at the new arrival.
"You must not be eating properly in New York, Izzie you need three stable meals a day and plenty of water." Robbie stressed as Izzie smiled at the ladies looking at her.
"Is this your daughter Robbie?" a chubby lady who was reading a book asked.
"Yes, this is my Isobel." Robbie announced proudly. "Isobel these lovely ladies are Jane, Marta and Carmel Robbinson, they moved into the Fletcher house about four years ago."
"So you are the girl that writes in that fashion magazine." Jane asked after Izzie had shook hands with all of them.
"Yes I work on Glamorous." Izzie said politely.
"You edit Glamorous, she is the youngest editor of a fashion magazine ever." Robbie boasted as Izzie blushed.
"Izzie I was hoping you would bring home some models for my boys." Louise said noticing Izzie's discomfort. Izzie had always been a high achiever but she was never one to blow her own trumpet, unlike Robbie who always embarrassed Izzie by advertising her achievements.
"Well everyone was busy this week, you should tell the boys to come up and visit me and I'll introduce them to some girls." Izzie said with her eyes twinkling. Suddenly her phone rang; Izzie excused herself and moved away from the house.
"Hello Isobel Stevens speaking."
"Iz, it is chaos here we need you back." Walter cried down the phone.
"I just left this morning." Izzie exclaimed "What's the matter?"
"Everything, God I think I'm about to have a break down. The clothes for the photo shoot are lost, the model is complaining, the hairdresser refuses to work with the model and the model refuses to work with the make-up artist and the photographer is drunk."
"So a normal day in the office? Go to Starbucks and get the photographer a coffee and put me on to Preston please." Izzie asked smiling to herself as she heard Walter rush around. She had three assistants and all of them were men, it was less bitchy that way. Walter was creative, crazy and gay, she relied on his ability to unashamedly tell the truth and flamboyant streak. Then there was Joe, also gay but had a great eye for fashion despite dressing as though he works on a building site, women's fashion came as naturally as walking and talking to Joe and Izzie often felt his talents were wasted in Glamorous as Joe was destined to become a designer.
"Izzie. It's all under control here." Preston's calm tone rang through the telephone. "You know what Walter is like, the model is on her best behaviour, the clothes have been found, the hairdresser is done just doing touch ups and the photographer is just a bit hung-over."
"I knew I could rely on you Burke." Izzie said smiling, Preston Burke was her second in command, but really Izzie felt like he was more important to her than her left arm. He was her eyes and ears in the business and her best friend too. He was not gay, and was a gem that many other rival magazines were trying to poach off her. In order to make this trip to Junesprings Izzie allowed Preston to take over from her and edit the August edition of Glamorous which lead to some jealousy from Walter.
"How is operation X going?" Burke asked.
"It's not started yet, I've just arrived. God I am so nervous, it's been six years Preston."
"I know but you just need to get it over and done with and you'll be back with us in no time."
"Yeah, well I better go." Izzie said looking back at the house where her mother and Louise were fussing and getting drinks out.
"Bye Iz, don't worry I'll look after your magazine. Oh I better go; Walter just dropped the coffee on a Prada dress. Call me if you need me."
"Shouldn't I be saying that to you?" Izzie asked.
"Well call me if you need a friend, bye." Preston said and the line went dead. Taking a deep breath Izzie returned to the house.
"Ice tea Izzie?" Louise sang as she pushed a glass into Izzie's hand and ushered her into a seat beside one of the Robinsons sisters.
"I'm going to get some pie." Robbie announced as she ran into the house.
"So do you like living in Junesprings?" Izzie asked her new neighbours.
"Yes, we moved here from Chicago." Jane explained, "Martha and I moved out here after my husband died and Carmel joined us last year."
"We're staying with your mother for a few weeks because our house is being fixed up."
"I was thinking Izzie seen as the Robinsons are staying in your mothers and I have a full house too it looks like you will have to stay in your house." Louise said with a wicked smile ignoring the annoyed look that Robbie, who had just returned, was sending in her direction.
"Oh you own a house here?" Carmel enquired.
"Yes, up near the lake." Izzie answered politely.
"Near Alex Karev's place?" Jane asked.
"I actually own Alex Karev's place. He's my husband. Well soon to be ex-husband that is."
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