Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that are in the Paradise Kiss Manga, although I do consider George mine as I have him tied to my bed and topless. o.0

Isabella looked up from her stitching to see Arashi and Miwako nearly on top of one another and Yukari constantly casting sidelong glances at George. She sighed. There was a time when she didn't feel so akward, so left out here in their own shop, but nowadays it seemed like she was an intruder. She felt like she didn't belong here. There was no one special in her life and everyone else was busy with theirs.

She hated feeling sorry for herself, but sometimes she just couldn't help it. They had what she didn't. She might be a little rich boy, but she knew nothing of love. And love is what was making her more and more depressed.

Setting down her needlework, she sighed heavily and stood up, her chair making a loud noise on the floor. Everyone looked up at her.

"I think I need some fresh air," she said before marching out of the building. Once she was outside, she realized that she wasn't far enough away from the problem to be releived. She continued walking down the street, and turned the corner. She looked up to see a new store across the street.

"Banana Split," she said to herself. "Good name." She walked across the street to see what kind of shop it was and was thrilled to find it a clothing shop. She gazed in the window, the dresses there catching her eye. They were just her style!

Isabella braced herself and walked into the shop. She had expected to be greeted by rude sales people, as she mostly was, but she wasn't. A kindly young woman with light blonde hair tied back in a bun smiled kindly at her and welcomed her warmly.

"I will be with you in a moment," she informed Isabella.

Isabella could do nothing but smile back at her. The kindness took her back and she hadn't been sure on how to react. She watched as the woman went back towards the fitting room, a red dress in her hand. Watching the woman, Isabella noticed a butterfly fluttering around in her stomach. Puzzled, she ignored it and began to walk around the shop, browsing the racks one by one.

There were dresses and outfits in here that Isabella never would have thought of, and she was sure no one else in ParaKiss would have either, including George. She stopped at one that made her jaw drop. It was made of Turquoise Satin that looked like the ocean at Sunset. The sleeveless dress had a tight bodice that went down to the waist, then flared out in waves of Turquoise and purple down to the floor. Isabella was amazed by the colors and wished that she could have had the pleasure in making this masterpiece.

"That one is one of my favorites," she heard a voice behind her.

Isabella turned to see the blonde woman behind her, admiring the dress. Isabella noticed her pale complexion and her green eyes that stood out behind her glasses. She was a stunning creature, even though she wore a boring blue skirt business suit.

"It is absolutely breath taking."

"Thank you."

Isabella turned around, astonished. "You made this?"

"Well, I designed it. I designed all the clothes in here."

Isabella was taken aback. She couldn't have been more than 2 or 3 years older than she was.

"Oh, my name's Miki," she said, extending her hand.

"Isabella."

"I must say that I have never seen a design like your dress before. Where did you get it?" Miki inquired, examining the beadwork on the fringes of Isabella's dress.

"Oh, my friends and I have design clothes and this is one of our own."

"I must say that it is remarkable. Do you do your own sewing?"

"Yes, that's half the fun."

Miki laughed. "I remember when I used to have the time to sew my own clothes. I can only get around to doing one every now and then nowadays. I do miss it very much." Miki looked longingly at her dress on the rack for a moment before she snapped out of her reverie. "Well, I'll have time again one day," she said with a smile.

The butterfly returned to Isabella's stomach, bringing a few friends with it this time. Isabella's breath caught in her throat. "I'm sure you will," she said, after ignoring the reaction in her stomach.

Miki turned around as she heard the bell on the door as it opened. A teenage girl came in, huffing.

"I'm soooo sorry!" she said to Miki. "I got side tracked after school and lost track of time."

Miki laughed. "It's ok Marie. Just try not to do it again."

The girl sighed in obvious releif before heading to the back of the store. In a moment she was back out, a name tag on.

"Well," Miki said. "Time for me to head out. It was nice talking to you."

"It was a pleasure," Isabella responded.

"Oh, here you go." Miki handed Isabella a card with her name and number on it. "If you and your friend's would like to sell your fashions, I would love to take a look at them first," she said with a smile.

"I'll let them know," Isabella said as she tucked the card in her purse.

She just stood there and watched as Miki grabbed her purse from behind the counter and darted out the door. Isabella's head was reeling from the events. She just couldn't beleive what had just happened. ParaKiss had just made a big step just from Isabella looking around. Isabella absentmindedly walked out of the store, a smile plastered on her face.

She was happy about the business opportunity for her and her friends, but she knew she was happier about the fact that she had just met the perfect woman.

Isabella pictured her face and the butterflies returned to her stomach. A red flush crept up and stained her cheeks as she walked back to the Studio. Isabella knew that she had been changed...but how?

Tune in next week for more...