Angel of Darkangel
Chapter 3 - Parisian Fashion
A/N: I don't know how to write or speak french , so bear with me. I thought of a wonderful idea I said Erika can speak french and leave it in English. So, reader when Erika is speaking to the people in France, she is speaking in French.
Erik : You are an genius (trying contain his laughter)
I pouted at him and then turned towards the computer.
Alucard: Darkangel, just ignore him. He is just a arrogant man. ( He saying smoothly and hugs me)
Erik: Who are you calling arrogant?!
Alucard: You..
I jolt from the trace and watch as the fight began take place" Alucard,don't kill Erik. I need him for the next chapters."
Please enjoy;) and Review and Sorry for being so late
About 36 hours and 5 stops in different planes...
" I was finally here, after 36 hours of flying and changing to 5 different planes. I was here in Paris, France, the capital of fashion." I thought to myself as I walked from the plane, heading for the entrance of the airport. But on my way into the airport, I saw a man dressed in a black suit holding my name on a poster board. " Well that a great way to advertise my name" I muttered to myself as I began to walked toward the man.
" Bonsoir, Mademoiselle Steel " he said as he began to open the car door
" Bonsoir, Monsieur" I said as stepped into the car " Who sent you?"
" Madame De Fore" he said as he sat in his seat " She said at I'm to show you to a five star hotel. I decided to take to the Ange de le Rose Rouge next to the old Opera Popularie, it is the finest in Paris.
" Why is called that?" I said as I helped myself to the fruit in the limo
" Because of the the legend of the Opera Ghost. A woman by the name of Christine De Chagey put in the money to build the hotel. After the hotel was finished, a plate was put in the front of the hotel, in honor of a unknown person named Erik, who had died an year before the hotel was finished. Madame Christine never talked about the unknown man Erik she honored the hotel to."
" The Phantom of the Opera was real, I knew it! " I said to myself as we stopped in front of the grand hotel. I as I got of the car a man began to carry my bags in. I followed him to the front desk as I looked a upon the interior. It was amazing, the ceiling was a detailed painting of the Angel of Music and the walls were painted gold and maroon red including everything else.
" Bonsier, Mademoiselle"
Hello...Bonsier, Monsieur" I said as I came from out of my trance.
" Are you Mlle. Erika Steel?" he asked
" Yes? But how did you..." I asked confused
" Madame De Fore said a jet black hair, slightly pale woman would arrive in a limo. Also to make sure she is Mlle. Steel asked if she is, she will be slightly confused." He said with an smile
" Very funny, Monsieur...Harvard" I said as I looked at his name tag.
" Well, Mlle. Steel, you will be staying in the penthouse, your rental car is in the private garage. Also you will have an wake call at 7:00 tomorrow. Have a good time here." he said as handed me the keys and motion me to the elevator. I followed to man with my bag into the elevator. We landed on my floor after 13 stories. I followed the man into my room, number 220, " Man, I have a habit of following people." I muttered to myself as he sat my bags on the floor.
" Excuse me, but may I require your name?" I asked as he about to walk out the door
"Charles" he said as looked back with an smirk and then began to leave once again.
" Wait!.. Here is a tip for your trouble" as I handed him a ten dollar bill " Sorry, I don't have francs"
" It is quite okay, Mlle. Also Mlle. Steel , Madame Marie will come in for your wake up call and thank you." he left me in the black, red and gold. The room reminded me of the fantasy I made when I first read the Phantom of the Opera. I ran over to the bed and jumped on to it. " This is true going to be a interesting trip." I said before I fell asleep.
7:00 am the next morning...
" Bonjour, Mlle. Steel" said a woman's voice as whom ever was shaking me." Time for you to get ready for your fashion today at 9:45" I shrugged her her from my shoulders and buried my head in the pillow. I then heard the sound of retreating footsteps and the door creak. I went back to sleep and then there was cold rush of water a upon my back. I jumped out of the bed as if it was on fire and glared across the other side of bed only to see the woman. She was a medium, somewhat stout brunette and about in her mid- thirties with a red and gold apron on.
" Bonjour. Mlle. Steel"
" Why the heck did you do that?! " I asked as I stormed off into the bathroom.
"To wake you up for your fashion shot at 9:45" she said calmly
" I didn't expect "that" kind of wake up call" I shouted from the bathroom as I began run a shower.
Well, I have your breakfast on the table and your clothes put in their proper drawers."
" Merci, Madame, at is all. You may leave, I will leave an tip for you in the room. Goodbye."
I came out of the shower about 15 minutes after she left and began to dry my hair. I then put my robe on and headed toward the kitchen, where an plate of cherry crepes, bowl of fruit, and cup of tea sat on a tray. I sat down and ate my food as I enjoy the view outside. I finish my food and washed the dishes, whom I put back on the table with an note and tip for Madame Marie. I went into my room where I began to put my clothes on, I somewhat had trouble because I had to looked every single drawer compare to my "closet and drawers"back at home. Finally, picked out a pair of black dress pants, a ruffled blouse and a pair of white and black Gucci heels. I put on my sunglasses and grabbed my purse, my portfolio, the dresses and keys. I got downstairs to the lobby and walked up to the front desk
" Bonjour, Mlle. Steel. Aren't we looking like an angel today" he said with an smirk
" Merci" I said blushing a bit " But, where is the private garage ?"
" It's the first garage you well see, as you walk down the street. You meet a man named Mr. Devon and he will show you to your car."
"Merci" I said as I walked quick towards the doors.
" You are welcome, Mlle. Steel" I hear Mr. Harvard say faintly
I head towards the garage, where I see and quite muscular man standing at the door. I walk towards him and he offers me his hand. I heisted for a second before taking it.
" You must be , Mlle. Steel" he said proudly
" Yes, I told to come here to get my car" I said smoothly hiding the hesitation in my voice
" Yes, the red and black Mustang. Follow me." he said as motioned me to the car sitting in the middle of the line of cars. It was beautiful, its was blood red with one bold black racing stripe. Padded leather seat, tinted windows and red and black interior.
" Merci " I said as I started the car. I waved at Mr. Devon as I came out of the garage and turned left. I drove to the Paris Fashion Shot, which was 15 minutes from the hotel. I arrived about an hour early, so I look for Daemon's Rose, our fashion line. I found it in the corner of the tent, it seem so rejected. I went over to our models, whom seem also rejected.
" Bonjour, Mademoiselles" I said happily as I hung the clothes up " I need everyone to tell me your name and I also need to see you in the make-up station." I motion them to start saying their names and then after motion they to the make- up station of a cheap mirror, an hand me down table and stool. " We will show them who deserves to be judged and who doesn't " I said to myself as looked at everyone else's station at were normal compare to ours. The girls : Adrienne, Alexandrie, Cecile, Nicole and Virginie- surrounded me at the make- up station. I did each one of their make- up to contrast to each outfit and their hair was done within the Angel of Darkness look. I put on their outfits, which fit them all perfect. By the show was about start, my girls looked like divas and I was tired as if I didn't sleep for two days. The show started at 10:35 and I sat in the front with some of the most famous French designers such as : Chanel, Christian Dior, and Jean- Paul Gaultier. I sat in between the group of people who was association with Ralph Lauren and Marc Jacobs. I watch the lines of the new fashion designers, some were a shock and other where the new brings back the old. I sat nervously in my seat as I overheard the designer groups talk. I then walked behind stage and waiting until the designer before me finished to go up there. She finishes and comes out with the mike " Break a leg" she whispers with a smirk. I simile and then walk out on stage.
" Bonjour or should I say Bonsoir" I say into the mike as I walk out to the middle of the stage. They laughed and then I continued " I will be subbing for the designer of this design. I wouldn't be here if I had been co- designer for design." They laughed again. " And with that I would introduce Daemon's Rose's Angel of Darkness" I said as I backed away from the stage so at the models could come thorough. I watched as success brushed pass me and was being showed to thousand of famous people who could win us, millions. Cameras flashed, people clapped and a encore rose from the crowd. I began to cry tears of joy as my models came and I said my "Thank you" and joined them in your corner at was now filled with people, designers and cameras. Our station was also covered in flowers and I cried in front of them. My models hugged me and designers began to give me their cards. The phone rang, I picked it up, it was Madame De Fore.
" Bonjour, Erika" she said happily
" Bonjour, we made it ! I think we made millions!" I said excited over the phone.
" Really, that good news, and thank you for going"
" You are Welcome, Madame De Fore" I said as I hung up the phone. I joined my models who were waiting for me to go to the party. We went, had drinks, danced and talked. I drove back to the hotel and Mr. Devon took my car. I said goodnight to Mr. Harvard and headed to bed. I jumped on to the bed not even caring about the sheets." Dreams can come true and I have made the greatest" I said as I drifted to sleep.
I don't own the famous people or the Phantom of the Opera
Darkangel : AWW...She made it !
Erik: Why are you cheering for your characters. What happen to me?
Darkangel: Because I can and you will come in the next chapter.
Erik: Yes! ( he begins to dance )
Alucard : Erik, are you dancing again because you can't dance. This 2008 not 1887
Erik: I can dance.. I'm just a little rusty
Darkangel: Don't you start it, Alucard ! Reminder, the wall is up. Also, during the story I put a wall to stop their fighting but the only thing is it is not soundproof. Heehaws!
Alucard: What, I wasn't going to do anything.
Please Review. Chapter 4 will be Erika and Erik and it will be very soon but not as late as this. ;)
