25-year-old Elizabeth McGuire sat in a dull meeting about the finances of
her next line of clothing. Blah Blah Blah she just wanted to leave and
create the damn line before they financed it.
Elizabeth was a famous fashion designer fresh out of college. The meeting droned on, slowly. Elizabeth couldn't do anything but play with her long blonde hair. She began twisting it; David hated it when she did that. David she thought, her Gordo, her fiancé, her best friend, roommate, love of her life. She giggled softly.
"Miss McGuire, care to share what's so funny? While your off in dream land we are financing your new line. THAT you STILL haven't designed." Barked her finance manger.
"Oh! About that!" interrupted Mrs. Dub, "Why haven't we picked out the spot for that show? And why haven't I seen the sketches?" Elizabeth looked down at her ring and slowly twisted it, watching the diamond shimmer in the New York light coming threw the large window behind her. She was frustrated, she had explained why she was putting off this line, she was getting married.
"We've gone over this! I'm putting off the line, because I'm getting married! I'm REALLY busy, designing my gown and the bridesmaids gowns and planning the wedding and honeymoon and."
"Elizabeth! We get it! I get it, and." trailed Mrs. Dubb.
"AND WHAT!" Elizabeth was losing her patience.
"AND! I have an idea. a good idea! Why don't you make a wedding line? Your dress and maids dress can be included, you'd just need more gowns and I'm sure with your lack of decision skills you've sketched about a million gowns ." Elizabeth stopped listening there. That WAS a good idea; it was an easy way out of having to design a whole new line in three weeks. She glanced at her watch, Elizabeth wanted out of this meeting.
Elizabeth was a famous fashion designer fresh out of college. The meeting droned on, slowly. Elizabeth couldn't do anything but play with her long blonde hair. She began twisting it; David hated it when she did that. David she thought, her Gordo, her fiancé, her best friend, roommate, love of her life. She giggled softly.
"Miss McGuire, care to share what's so funny? While your off in dream land we are financing your new line. THAT you STILL haven't designed." Barked her finance manger.
"Oh! About that!" interrupted Mrs. Dub, "Why haven't we picked out the spot for that show? And why haven't I seen the sketches?" Elizabeth looked down at her ring and slowly twisted it, watching the diamond shimmer in the New York light coming threw the large window behind her. She was frustrated, she had explained why she was putting off this line, she was getting married.
"We've gone over this! I'm putting off the line, because I'm getting married! I'm REALLY busy, designing my gown and the bridesmaids gowns and planning the wedding and honeymoon and."
"Elizabeth! We get it! I get it, and." trailed Mrs. Dubb.
"AND WHAT!" Elizabeth was losing her patience.
"AND! I have an idea. a good idea! Why don't you make a wedding line? Your dress and maids dress can be included, you'd just need more gowns and I'm sure with your lack of decision skills you've sketched about a million gowns ." Elizabeth stopped listening there. That WAS a good idea; it was an easy way out of having to design a whole new line in three weeks. She glanced at her watch, Elizabeth wanted out of this meeting.