Margaery Tyrell could finally see her future clearly and the fact made her fulfilled with joy. She couldn't wipe off the happy smile from her face as she walked out of the Regents University's building, where she studied Fashion Marketing.

For a long time she didn't know what to do with her life. All the Tyrells (and their in-law relatives) traditionally worked for the Golden Rose Inc or at least in fashion industry. Since she was on the petite side, she was unable to be a model like her other cousins. Margaery always wanted to be a leader but she knew she could never be the head of the company because of her elder brothers. She could have chosen being a high society IT girl who lives on her family's money and her last name but Margaery was more ambitious. She didn't want to go to parties, fashion shows and other society events without purpose. Luckily she always had Thirrin by her side and the two girls happened to share dreams, ambitions and goals. Both could handle people easily, Margaery was better at this as her personality was more open and kinder while Thirrin was a trueborn cold-headed business woman. They made an excellent team no matter if it came to dance through the night, hooking up with the hottest men in the South or grounding a company. She looked in the future with confidence about their plan.

"I'm sure we'll make more profit than Loras Everyone's-Favorite Tyrell!"

This kind of thoughts were storming in her mind when a ginger-haired girl with giant Canon, dressed in khaki skinny jeans, dark brown fur vest and suede ankle booties stopped her:

"Hey, sorry, could I take some pictures of your outfit?"

"Erm… I suppose, but why?" - she asked back. She got used to be photographed on different parties and fashion-related events, sometimes they even appeared in magazines but she had never been stopped on the street for the same reason.

"I need them for my semester project, which is a street style portfolio. Like a street stlye blog but printed version. I think you would fit into my conception. I've been looking for effortless chic WITH COLORS for ages. All I need is your permission, your first name and your age."

"Sounds interesting, I'm in, thank you - she smiled. Her outfit was on point as always, wearing a blue autumn dress with golden details, trench coat, oversize scarf, high heels, designer bag and her favorite Golden Rose charm bracelet. - I'm 20, my name is Margaery. And you are…?"

"Oh sorry, I haven't introduced myself. I'm Ygritte. And I thank you too. So, shall we begin? Be natural, show me your best side!"

Margaery knew exactly how to look incredibly good on photos but when Ygritte showed her the results, even she was amazed. The golden pattern reflected the scanty sunshine lightly, every detail was perfectly in focus, she looked overall flawless and gorgeous.

"Wow, this girl is actually talented not just a simple wannabe!" - she thought and took a step further right before they would have said goodbye:

"If you have some time maybe we could drink a coffee and you could tell me more about your project. I'm very interested in fashion" - she said smiling warmly, in her most convincing voice.

She hesitated for a moment but after she nodded:

"Okay, coffee would be awesome."

They went to a nice place near they had met. Margaery went for her favorite coconut soy milk latte but Ygritte ordered triple espresso with nearly a pint of milk and extra foam on top.

"Someone who drinks more caffeine than Thirrin, now that's interesting." - she thought.

"Calm down, I won't get a heart attack - Ygritte said reacting to her face expression. - It's just a part of my daily consume. Besides being art student I share my food and my bed with another one, so I really don't have any other choice."

"Oh okay, I see. So, tell me more about your project! How did the idea come?"

"I love the typical London street style. It's colorful and unique yet there's some kind of equalency in every single outfit: the spirit of the city. I'm originially from Scotland and when I moved here I got very impressed by people's sense of fashion."

"What do you mean by equalency more specifically?"

"The London vibes, you know. The effortless, I-don't-give-a-shit-what-you-think-of-my-outfit attitude. Everyone knows they look stylish and trendy and they aren't afraid to show it. People, like the ones in my school, people I run across in the street, like you. When I read about "London vibes" earlier I thought it's bullshit but I had to experience the opposite."

"Yeah, that's true. We Londoners really know how to look good in every situation. And you adopted it very well!"

"Thank you. Actually I got interested in fashion photography here. I mean, I've always liked fashion, but London is full of awesome opportunitites, it just takes a bit effort to find them. I still love the creative side of photography, capturing moments and stuff, but with this fashion thing I could make significant amount of money, which is also important."

"Definitely true. Boring necessities like paying bills and eating are real. At least you like this field, don't you?"

"Yeah, I do. By the way, it may sound weird but are you related to the new Mulberry girl? Elaina or something like this, with E... I don't remember exactly, though I assisted the whole photoshoot… Anyway, I was thinking about why you seem so familiar and I figured out you take after her a little bit."

"Her name is Elinor and she happened to be my cousin."

"Damn! The world is so little… But wait, then you're a Tyrell, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am, but it isn't the only reason why I wear Golden Rose jewerly. I like my Dad's work, although Grandma always says the last few collections lack of creativity more than ever. I think they're just simply classic."

"Holy shit, my life is getting crazier and crazier… I have Margaery Tyrell for my semester final project, I bet you'll bring me A+! Anyway, you seem pretty normal for a high society girl… - she said with captious face. - I mean, I think you can use your… Brain. For girls like you their last name is usually enough. But you seem smart, which is good. I think most of the women are stupid and pathethic, but there are some exceptions, luckily."

Margaery just smiled while trying to read between the lines. Ygritte reminded her of Thirrin in a lot of aspects: both had strong, meaningful thoughts, and poor opinion about other women. She seemed ambitious and talented, unless she wouldn't have got the chance to assist the Mulberry shooting. Margaery knew she could use this connection in the - hopefully - near future, but she also realized her usual slowly-slightly manipulative technic won't work in this case. Clear talk was the only solution.

"Listen to me. I think you're an amazing photographer, based on the pictures you've taken of me - though if I could see some other ones, I'd be more than happy. Anyway, me and my cousin - the only one who isn't a model - are planning to ground a business assistance company, more specifically, we want to invest into developing small fashion brands. Our plan is to arrange basically every formal and management process instead of them so they could concentrate on their work better. Campaigns and things like that are included as well."

"You're saying I could do a whole campaign for you?" - Ygritte cut in, her eyes widened.

"Exactly. Of course, I have to show your work to my cousin but I'm sure she'll be just as convinced as me. It would be beneficial for you, too. Let's exchange numbers and as soon as we find someone, I'll call you."

She could see on her face she was thinking deeply. For some minutes none of them said a word, just looked in each other's eyes, without blinking. But then Ygritte smiled and said:

"Okay, I'm in. Here's my phone, add your number to my contacts."

Margaery nodded and handed her own phone for the same reason. She noticed her background picture - it was a photo of her and a handsome guy with messy dark curls, cute smile and big shoulders, both wearing plaid flanel shirt and leather jacket. They looked good together. Must be her boyfriend. He's hot. Lucky bitch!

She quickly made a new contact and gave her back her phone.

"Thank you. Here's yours. Oh, and I added a note, too, with my Flickr gallery. I usually upload my work there, you can check it out."

"We'll definitely do it!"

"Okay, if you have some observation, feel free to share them with me. But I have to go now, I have some more errands to run. Anyway, it was a pleasure to meet you Margaery."

"And you too. Oh, and if you know someone who happened to be a designer and wants to have their own brand, call me, please!" - with that, she kissed her on the cheeks and watched the pretty ginger walking out of the door. Margaery drank the last sip of latte, put some money on the table and left the place. While walking to the underground station, she wrote Thirrin a message:

"Met a photographer today, exchanged numbers for our business. She's freaking talented, I'll show you her work later. She's kinda nice, you should meet her too. TMI: her boyfriend is hot like hell, hope he's got a brother as hot as him. :P;)"

A/N: Even though university's just started I'm continue writing this story, I have lots of ideas for the upcoming chapters. Follow&review if you like my work! Next one is coming soon!