Prologue
The music is loud, conversation bubbles, drinks are poured, bodies dance.
The club throbs with noise.
Unnoticed, a petite girl stands on a balcony surveying her territory.
She has short black hair that is obviously well styled. A short white dress hugs her frame. Long black earrings dangle and a large ring is nestled on her finger.
Like the club, the girl seems perfect.
Oh, how easy it is to hide behind a smile.
Alice Brandon enters the foyer quietly. She stops for a moment, admiring the new sign.
'Je t'aime" fashion it proudly exclaims.
She has worked hard in her 27 years. After all her effort and time she put in, Alice is now a successful designer. Her label was product of her labour. Her best and proudest achievement.
Alice Brandon has it all; fame, money and success.
Her life was full but so empty.
Alice did not search for love, nor did she welcome it. She only wanted one thing. Something we all take for granted.
Alice Brandon just wanted a true friend.
A/N-This story is dedicated to all my friends. I love you guys! Links on my profile...