"So, what do I do?" I asked Grace, who called over a perfectly made up Lanie. Long, thin legs gracefully swept across the hardwood floor as Lanie approached us, carefully curled locks bouncing with each step that she took.

"All you have to do is come up with three outfits for both Dominic and Lanie. The theme is a classy, businessy feel." Grace smiled as she pointed to a rack of clothing with filled with neutral shades. "These are the latest samples from the Sonata and Castellan; feel free to play around with textures and style. Just keep the look streamlined and professional, okay? I'm going to go check on the shop, but have fun!"

"Wait!" Reaching out for her, I watched Grace flounce away, dumping her responsibilities away on some unsuspecting newbie.

Fine, I guess I am doing this. Swallowing back a groan, I made my way to the rack of clothing. The first thing to jump out at me was a fitted velvet jacket in a rich shade of burgundy wine…and it was the only thing to stand out since it was the only piece of clothing that had any color. Blacks, grays, dark browns, and whites filled the rack and I was swimming in neutral. Twenty minutes later, I found a chocolate brown tulle mini-dress that went along gorgeously with a white tuxedo jacket and a pair of pinstriped tapered pants and crisp white button-down to wear with the velvet jacket. A strand of errant hair wiggled irritatingly in front of my eyes and I blew at it dejectedly. I knew I could just slap any two pieces of clothing in sets of three and call it a day, and I wanted to, yet something within me wanted to do better than just "okay" and it forced me to put some effort. It was a tugging in my stomach that refused to let up and I knew it wouldn't stop until I was satisfied with my work. Huffing, I buckled down and reevaluated the collections. Black…brown…gray…black…ooh, maroon! Taking out a set of maroon pants and suit jacket, I knew that I could do this and that a part of me wanted to, so swallowing back my impatience, I dived into the myriad of inspiration.

"Wow, this is great," Lanie gushed and I gave her a tight smile as I adjusted the navy scarf tied snugly around her long neck. "So, is Dominic ready yet or are you going to dress him after me?"

My ears perked up and I let out a small high-pitched whine. "I have to dress him?"

"I meant that you have to style his outfits like you're doing now with me," Lanie shrugged and purred, "But honestly, I wouldn't mind dressing, or undressing, someone so hot. Do you know if he's dating anyone?"

"No," I said as a sense of relief washed over me as I tightened the straps on Lanie's heels.

"Hmm, I haven't heard much from the Whisperer or the Mirror. I heard he's still devastated by Sasha, but I know Felicity's got her eye on him. And what Felicity wants…she gets."

It was weird but I felt a bit annoyed at the sound of that, knowing that I had no reason to be jealous of Felicity. With a small tug of the hem, I nodded my head in satisfaction, "Okay, I'm done, so you can go to Libby and I'll get started on Dominic."

"Alright, thanks, girl."

Picking up the neatly folded pile of clothing in one hand and a pair of patent oxfords in the other, I made my way to Dominic's little sectioned-off corner. The acerbic words I had said to Libby seared themselves onto my mind, it doesn't help that your boss gave you a job because he has a crush on you. God, why am I so self-centered and juvenile?! He obviously gave that job to me because he was being nice, not because he had some fifth-grade crush on me. Biting my lip, I resolved to apologize to the man, who has been nothing but nice to me, who's only been rude and stupid in every sense possible.

"Um…" Clearing my throat, I said, "Mr. Strata, I have the clothing for the shoot ready…"

Then, Dominic's voice said from behind me, eliciting a squeak of surprise, "Thank you, Corrine, if you'll kindly place them inside, I'll be out right away."

Dominic just stood there, watching as I nervously placed his clothing on the makeshift dresser in his room. Then, when I looked at him, his eyes darted towards the floor and I knew at that instant, he was disappointed. Hurriedly, Dominic brushed past me, sliding the curtain covering the entrance of his makeshift room.

A few minutes later, I knew that it was now or never to apologize for my supreme jerkiness so I forced my hand to shake the curtain slightly, just to warn him that someone was entering.

"Come in."

As I slid open the curtain, Dominic gaped surprisingly at me as if he never expected me to have the gall to face him. Quickly, I closed the curtain to give us privacy.

Holding up a hand, I said, "Please, just hear me out before you speak. What I said about you to my friend was uncalled for and unappreciative. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings in any way because of what I said. It was stupid and bratty of me to lash out on the only good thing in my life and after today's events, I just wanted to vent about something. Please, know that I don't think you give people jobs just so that you can take advantage of them. I mean not that that's the impression you gave me, when we met…Ugh, I just wanted to apologize for what I said and that I'll still go on that date with you if you still want to although I can't fathom why you would…and you definitely don't have to go to that stupid thing with me on Friday, since that's pretty much done with…"

"Stop, Corrine, just stop." Dominic looked at me, serious and handsome in his suit. "I accept your apology, you've just been stressed and I wouldn't blame you, considering what you had to go through today. You have no reason to apologize for what you said, personally, I would've assumed the same if someone did that to me. I was avoiding you because I was embarrassed that I acted so unprofessionally and daftly. Corrine, please understand that I would never put anyone in that position intentionally. I really do like you and I want you to give me a chance, but please, never feel obligated to like me just because I am your boss."

His expression was genuine and his voice shook as he talked, Dominic's eyes gazed apologetically into mine. My steady hand took his shaking hand and I said, "Dominic, I like you too, but not because I feel an obligation. I'm willing to give you that chance because I want to see if this could be something good. You're a good guy, Dominic Strata, and you deserve to be recognized for that."

"Thank you, Corrine."

"Don't thank me just yet." My lips spread out in a warm grin and I reluctantly let go of his hand. "Come on, it's show time, Mr. Strata."

"Ugh," Dominic groaned, "Please refrain from calling me that, 'Mr. Strata' is my father."

Before I could respond, Felicity's voice trilled loudly, "Where the hell is Strata?! We're hours behind on this stupid article and the man of the freaking hour just takes his time as the rest of us run around like chickens with our heads cut off!"

I said, "You better—"

Fidgeting with his checked tie, Dominic nodded grimly, "I'm on it."

An hour later, the shoot was wrapped up and I stayed to help clean up the mess that was formerly known as Grace's office. Everyone else was having a break, gathered in the employee "lounge" for a breather, I volunteered to stay behind and get started on cleaning up, feeling out of place with the group. As I put the delicate clothing on their respective hangers, I found myself somewhat at peace. The shoot went along smoothly, Felicity and Libby were going to wrap up the article with one more subject, who was rescheduled for the next day, and then, it would be written up and sent off for the printing of the February issue of Nuances. Libby was buoyant with joy that her first gig went so well, Felicity was so pleased with the photos that she asked Libby to help with a small editorial for Nuances. At that point, Libby looked as if she would burst with happiness. I felt happy for Libby and I knew that she was right all along; things would work out in the end.

With a few shrill pips, my phone alerted me of an incoming call. It was an unknown number and, as I accepted it, I wondered who would even want to call me in the first place unless it was a serious matter. Placing the phone to my ear, I said, "Hello?"

"Hi, Corrine, it's Katie."

"Oh, Katie…"

"I know you're sorry so don't even bother apologizing. It's fine, it really is. I mean I wouldn't necessarily trust you to buy me any food in the immediate future," We both let out nervous laughs, "But, it wasn't entirely your fault that I had to go to the E.R., I was being arrogant and reckless to not carry my Epi-pen with me. Honestly, if I had brought it with me, this whole scene could have been avoided and I could have just gone on with the shoot as planned."

"About that…"

"I know, Felicity told me. I don't mind that you stepped in and did the job. I mean they had to get someone on short notice and I have faith that Grace chose the right person. It's really not a big deal, I mean it's just a little line on the corner of the page giving someone credit. I'm not even being paid to do this in the first place. I was doing this as a favor for Felicity."

"Okay, so, no hard feelings?" I asked, my poor lip bleeding from being bit so much.

Katie let out a wry laugh and said, "There never were any to begin with. Relax, girl, it's not as if I was dying. And if you really want one of my gigs, next time just ask."

"But—"

"I'm kidding, Corrine. Have a good night, and don't dwell too much on this whole situation. It's really not a big deal."

"Thanks for being so understanding."

"No problem, girl. Bye."

"Bye." I heard the click of the phone hanging up and I let out the breath that was held in me for so long. All the stuffy and heavy feelings eased up and I felt like I could truly breathe air. The corners of my lips tugged outwards until they broke out into a full on grin and my eyes were moist with tears of relief.

"How did it go?" Dominic gave me a kind smile as he put his hand on my shoulder.

"It went great, Katie was more than cool about the whole ordeal. No hard feelings." Then, without warning, I wrapped my arms around Dominic, my long arms awkwardly embracing his neck, my hands ruffling his soft hair. I just had to hug someone, it was like that time I had received the acceptance letter from Harvard and I hugged my grandmother's cat because she was the first huggable thing I saw. Also the time Luke proposed to me, I immediately embraced him as I said yes, not letting go until our legs cramped up in the cold.

Realizing that I had Dominic in what could constitute as a chokehold, I let go and apologized, "Sorry, I can't help but hug someone every time I get good news. I guess it's just a reflex."

"I was wondering. Never mind, it was one of the warmest hugs I've ever received, restricted breathing aside." Dominic said wryly.

Hitting him on the arm, I laughed, "Minus twenty points, Strata. You're off to a real bad start, Dominic, will you ever redeem yourself?"

"It's only a matter of time, Flynn. You don't know it yet but my charm's working its magic on you."

"It must be some weak magic," I said jokingly. "Maybe it's time to go back to charm school."

"Very funny, come on, let's finish cleaning up." With a playful nudge, Dominic directed me towards the rack of monotone clothing and I let out a creaking groan.

"Ooh, fun." I said as I started wrapping up shoes and placing them back into their boxes. Dominic worked with efficiency in hanging up the clothing and I knew that it was in his nature to work at such a quick pace.

"Tell me, Flynn, why are you so pressed on avoiding your ex? I mean you'll run into him eventually, right? So, why not go to a dinner with a millionaire fake-boyfriend and show him up?"

"Wow, subtle is not a familiar word for you, is it?"

"Just answer, please, I answered one of your tactless questions before so I figure this will even it out."

Taking a deep breath, I said, trying to sound as detached as possible, "I saw him today, when I was picking up the food. He was in a stupid, hipster café. A place he would never even entertain going to during our relationship. Seeing him there, reminded me that he moved on, that he was willing to change, it just depended on the reason…and I wasn't a good enough reason. I don't think I ever was or would be, not for him. Anyway, I pissed him off." Then, my voice trembled as I remembered the rage in his eyes, the pure hate he felt for me, blurting out, "I've never seen him so angry, not even in our most serious fights, not even when he left me. I always knew he resented me for the last part of our relationship, I just never thought that he'd grow to hate me."

"I understand." Sitting down beside me, Dominic crossed his limber legs and I looked up at him in curiosity. I remember from Googling him that he was divorced but supposedly, the split was amicable. "I don't know if you're aware of it or not but I was divorced. My ex thought she deserved better and she left me. I think she still blames me for certain things I never did and that she hates me for never taking responsibility. She refuses to ever talk to me in peaceful terms."

"It's like we wronged them." I said, facing Dominic with a new perspective. The smooth, charming Dominic had faults. He really was human. Maybe more human than I'd ever expect.

"Maybe we did," Dominic acquiesced. He looked at me with an appreciation that I hadn't received in so long I forgot how good it felt.

Gently, I leaned against him and said decisively, "Well, it's time to forget them, what's past is past. I'm glad we unloaded all this baggage. It gives us a chance to have some fun with this relationship. Even if it doesn't work out, I'm sure we can still be good friends."

"I suppose so." Rising up, Dominic proffered a hand and smiled, "Come on, Flynn, let me take you home."

"Eager, aren't you?" I teased. "It's so tempting but I can't, I'm going to dinner with my friends. It's a mandatory girls' night, as much as it sounds like high school."

Pushing back his bangs, Dominic huffed lightheartedly, "Fine, I guess we'll have to reschedule. Shame, I had a table reserved at McDonalds. Do you know how difficult it is to get a reservation there?"

With a roll of my eyes, I said, "Oh, what a shame it is."

Then, Libby interrupted the moment by clearing her throat. "Corrine, as cute as this rom-com is, if we don't leave now, we'll be late and we both know how anal Didi is about lateness."

"Alright, Libby, just let me get my things." Swinging my bag over my shoulder, I glared at Libby, who was making strange gestures behind Dominic's back. Dominic smiled unwittingly and I flashed him a reassuring grin, saying, "So, call me?"

"Perhaps, Flynn."

"I think you mean… 'Maybe.' Ba-dum tssh." Libby piped up, "Get it? Like 'Call Me Maybe?'" We stared at her blankly and she threw her hands up in the air, exasperated, "I'm just a genius ahead of time."

"I guess I got to get going. The F-train gets pretty crowded this time around."

Giving my arm a tight squeeze, Dominic asked me, "Call me maybe?"

I snorted, "Sure, whatever."

"He said, 'Call me maybe?' What is he, fourteen and hormonal?" Olivia spewed at me as she took another swig of Jack Daniels. "Did he also mention One Direction or Justin Beiber?"

"Ew, manners much?" Didi wrinkled her nose at Olivia's manners, something we all had learned to accept all except for Didi whose principles refused to accept any form of crudeness whatsoever.

"Bite me." Bits of hamburger flew from Olivia's pretty lips towards Didi's horrified face.

"Don't tempt me." Didi murmured murderously. Then, Didi faced me, warmth in her soft eyes. "Don't listen to her, she's just bitter."

Olivia let out a growling noise and attacked a hamburger the size of her face. Putting her arm around Olivia's shoulder, Libby leaned against her comfortingly. It felt weird having a boy-related pity party since Luke and I were done months ago, Didi and Louis were going stronger than ever, Libby despised boys ("Ain't nobody got time for that!"), and Olivia dropped boys like it was hot. This "Tim" I assume had to be different from the other boys, seeing how Olivia's making such a fuss. Olivia's type was bad boys with golden hearts, James Dean with puppies. So far, Olivia's been able to attract "bad" boys, minus the golden hearts. I could only imagine "Tim," cute, thick hair slicked back, an ardent love for "hogs," and an attitude appropriate for a spoiled eighth grader. A rebel without a cause, hmm, more like a rebel without a job.

"Wait 'till you hear this, Corrine. You'll love it for sure, considering your 'Glenn' experience."

At the sound of the name, I cringed. It was two months after my breakup and the girls tried cheering me up in any way they could, considering how broken I was during the ordeal. Therefore, with good intentions, the three signed me up on an online dating service as their first attempt to "fix" me. It seemed like the least of their bad ideas, and within a day, someone responded. The response was from a guy named "Glenn Smith" and he seemed harmless, even interesting, his interests were in poetry and filmmaking and he had a job in Wall Street as a stockbroker. Hell, he had a cute face. What his profile forgot to note was that he was a gigantic asshole.

So, there I was, emotionally-volatile and confused, my best friends coming over to my apartment and prettying me up and then dropping me off at a swanky restaurant that I would never have any business going to, heartbroken or otherwise. Olivia paid the maitre d' extra to keep me from leaving the restaurant, so I sat there like a lump and waited for fifty minutes for a fast-talking guy to glide in and tell me that I look decent. Our banter was awkward, I nervously explained that I hadn't been on a date since my breakup and he looked at me, saying, "Tough luck, sweetheart." He had a steak, which he couldn't eat physically without closing his mouth, made sexist jokes that he justified with the rational that if women didn't do the things he joked about then there would be no reason to make any jokes, and, most frustratingly of all, he talked into his Bluetooth more than he would even look at me, the one time he did, he said, "A seven, maybe an eight if she would lighten up." After dessert, Glenn had the gall to tell me off for being such a wet blanket. As the final twist of the knife, Glenn invited me to go some hipster club with him in Tribeca and when I declined, feeling worn, he left me at the restaurant all by myself. Ever since that incident, the girls try not to make a big deal out of it, mentioning it jokingly and I allow them to, knowing that they had the best intentions.

Facing Olivia, I asked, "On a scale of Glenn to Brad Pitt, how was he?"

"Honestly," Olivia paused somberly, "I'd give him 'Brad Pitt' status if he didn't have such a fatal flaw."

"Really? So, spill, what's Tom's 'big' flaw?"

In traditional Olivia fashion, Olivia slumped dramatically, emulating the devastated waif in her favorite soap operas, "He's…oooh, I can't even comprehend how depressing it is!"

"Ugh, he's living with his mom." Didi burst out impatiently, "He's thirty-five and he's living in the attic of his mom's townhouse in Queens, but he's also a cardiologist in St. Abraham's, graduated from Columbia University. The only reason he lives with his mom is so that he can pay off his school loans."

"Seriously?" I asked skeptically, wholly surprised that Olivia finally found someone with a stable job. Usually, Olivia's boy toys mooched off her as if she was their sugar momma.

"Seriously." Didi raised her groomed brows in annoyance. Then, sarcastically, Didi quipped, "That's not even the worst of it…Tim is nice."

"Ooh, lord forbid." I joked, raising up my hands mockingly in fear.

"Oh ha ha." Olivia glared at the two of us, giggling immaturely. Sipping her liquor, Olivia said, "That's not the problem. You guys don't understand, he's perfect. He's nice, he's smart, he's cultured, he's caring, he's handsome, so handsome, and I don't' feel a single bit of attraction to him. When I saw his online profile, I thought that I had nothing to lose, hell, it was an opportunity to gain something. So, we meet on the first date and he charms the pants off of me, we even have a bit of fun. The polar opposite of your 'Glenn' experience. I thought that this was what all those stupid E-Harmony commercials were talking about and that I found the one. A lot for just a first date, but after a string of shitty boyfriends, I really had hope. Then, he told me everything about how he was living with his mom and I was fine with it, it just proved how smart he is. On our fourth date, I meet his mom, who's a total sweetheart, and I really felt like there was substance to our relationship. Then, finally, Tim and I did 'it.' The whole thing was good, it felt okay."

Curious, I interrupted, "So, what's wrong? He sounds great."

"I was just getting to that," Olivia snipped, "It's just…There's no spark."

"Excuse me?"

"You know that 'BAM,'" Olivia clapped her hands together for emphasis, "…feeling? Like when that spark hits your lips from hardcore smooching or when you get tingles along your back when a guy's hand caresses it. You know all that poetic shit in those romantic comedies and those shitty books that teenyboppers squeal over, 'girly' stuff."

Shaking my head, I looked Olivia dead in the her wide eyes, "Are you seriously doubting your relationship with a guy because you don't feel 'BAM' about him?"

"So, aren't I allowed to romanticize romance?"

Snorting, I said, "Well, have fun looking for that. Just so you know, Luke and I had that spark… he still cheated on me with that girl. Robert and Didi, sorry Didi, had that spark, you remember what happened to them. They got bored and left each other. Maybe…just maybe, that 'spark' shouldn't be something to count on for a stable relationship."

"Oh yeah, then, what about this Dominic, are you saying you hope that you won't find a spark with this guy?"

"Maybe I am." I stared into the floating bits of muddled strawberries in my virgin daiquiri, pretending that I hadn't just said that. However, I did say that, which must have meant that I at least thought of it. It was funny how in love I was a year ago. Tired, I admitted, "I don't know, okay? I really like him, a lot, but I don't want some lovey-dovey rose-tinted glasses blurring my vision of reality. Not like last time. It hurt so much that I wanted to die, losing Luke. You know that, Olivia."

"I know, Corri, and I don't want you to get hurt again. So, if this guy hurts you, in anyway, you come to us and we'll fix it."

"Thanks, Don Corleone."

Putting on a tight smile, I allowed Olivia to ruffle my already untamable hair. Libby planted a kiss on my head, her skinny arms embracing my neck warmly, as Didi patted me on the back. I had already told them of my encounter with Luke earlier and besides the usual amount of pity, the girls were outraged (Libby: "He's such an ass!" Didi: "If he's such a grown up, why does he act like a little boy?" Olivia: "I'll show him moving on, let's burn down his house!"), and that's how the whole "boys are stupid" tirade went off.

Quickly, I clarified, "I just want to say that Dominic is not a bad guy, I think he's great. I think he's kind, he's handsome, he's cultured, and he's one of the most understanding people I've ever met. He's just overall a great guy and I like him."

"Alright, Katherine Heigl," Olivia mocked, receiving a punch to the arm as retaliation from Didi, "Just saying, if there ever comes the case, you know who to call."

Libby piped up curiously, "The Ghostbusters?"

At that point, we collapsed into giggles and finished off the rest of our meal faster than a group of vultures. It was just a habit. We cried over boys and ate our feelings, not the healthiest way of dealing with our feelings but it did the trick.

Finally, we paid the bill after a round of rock-paper-scissors, which Libby predictably lost, and decided to head out to this weird club that Olivia had heard about from her coworker, Armando, who is a flamboyantly gay and extremely proud of it, in Manhattan. It was supposedly owned by a Kennedy and had real Bengal tigers in cages, which really excited Olivia. Knowing that I'd have to help open shop tomorrow, I resolved not to drink a lick of liquor and announced that I'd be the designated driver. Libby joined me in the alcohol-free brigade since she had to wake up at ten to help Felicity with the last part of article. Didi had the same situation as me, forced to open shop. Olivia had the same luck. So, we were all basically in the same barrel, no drinking, just going to watch the weirdness of New York in play.

Since Libby forgot her Metro card, we decided to take a long, "scenic" walk down Manhattan to breathe in the fresh air and admire the scenery. As we strolled down downtown Manhattan, I remembered my first time that I came here. It was frosty with snow and my grandma, Ann, had taken me to see the lighting of the Rockefeller Christmas tree. Dan was attending MIT, finishing his first semester with excellence. I was finishing the first two semesters of junior year with a twenty-one-hundred in the SATs. Myra was a freshman in high school, who had straight A's for the first two semesters, like me, but a record since she repeatedly got into fights with other girls. As a reward, Dan and I were allowed to go along with Ann to a party in New York held by her old friends, as a punishment, Myra was sent to a winter retreat for girls with behavioral tribulations. Immediately, I jumped with joy, secretly wanting to know more about the fashion world, and Dan tagged along so that he wouldn't have to deal with our parents. It took us four hours to get to New York from Boston, and an extra fifty minutes to find her friend, Rococo's, place. After settling down, Ann quickly grew restless as always despite her seventy years and asked the two of us, since Rococo breezed out of our way as soon as she let us in, how we'd want to spend our night. Dan looked at me pleadingly, which inspired me to say, "I don't know." It was ten 'o clock at night and Ann suddenly remembered that there was a Christmas tree lighting in Rockefeller center, one of New York's hallmark. After donning our winter coats, Ann dragged us out to the tree, which seemed to have so much attention that traffic congested the streets and policemen had to direct tourists and locals alike to the renowned fir. Freezing cold, Dan and I cradled our cups of hot cider as Ann haggled with a vendor for two-dollar knishes. Finally, we trekked our way through the snow, our bodies weary with wear, to see the most spectacular sight we ever saw. A golden wreath swathed around vibrant green, ornaments sparkling in glaring lights around it. The most spectacular of all, a beautiful star, which extended in shining rays, glowing from the tiptop; the sight of the tree, glittering in its glory, made the weariness, the annoyances, and the coldness melt away from my mind and I found myself at peace, similar to how I felt before in the shop. Like all the anxiety in the world just melted off of my shoulders and everything at that moment was okay, no worries about my SAT score being too low, no worries about mean coworkers who depend on you to lie for them, just no worries in the least. It was the reason that I came to New York, to find that anxiety-free feeling again, to feel that peace.

"Corri, Earth to Corrine Flynn. Hello, are you there?"

Waving her manicured hands in my face, Libby roused me back to reality and I smiled sarcastically. With the same amount of sarcasm that Libby used, I responded, "Corrine Flynn to Earth, I am present. Flynn to Earth, do you know a weirdo is operating your station?"

"Oh, hardy har har, Corri. I was just checking up on you. No need to be so sarcastic."

"Libby, this is me we're talking about, right? Sarcasm is my middle name."

Olivia interrupted our banter, "I thought your middle name was 'Adelaide?'"

We all stared at Olivia, whose confusion was genuine, and I remarked deadpan, "Yes, that's true."

Then, Libby said suddenly, breaking our silence, "Hey, isn't that Dominic?"

"What?"

"There, over in that weird bar," Libby pointed out towards a grimy-looking bar in which a tall brunet man and a blonde woman just as tall accompanying him.

Turning his head to the side, Dominic smiled at the woman with the warmth that he had showed me. A small tinge of annoyance tugged at me and I swallowed it back.

Calmly, I said, "Yep, I think that's him."

"Hey, who's the chick he's with?"

"I don't know, probably a friend." Pulling out my phone, I said, "Just to be sure, I'll give him a friendly call. You know, just for the heck of it."

As my phone dialed his number, I stared at the two that feeling of annoyance niggled at me even more. Soon, my phone had the steady hum of the dial tone, focusing our attention on Dominic and the woman. Dominic looked down in surprise and took out his phone. He looked down at his phone and then pressed something. Suddenly, the dial tone of phone cut off, leaving a message.

"Hey, this is Dominic, I'm not available at the moment but feel free to leave a message after the beep."

Beep.

Hey, guys, please don't kill me but it's been awhile. Consider this my Christmas present to you guys, I'm so grateful to everyone that's still dedicated to this story and if it wasn't for your support, I probably wouldn't be as determined as I am to finish this story. I'm hoping to post another chapter up soon, hopefully by the end of the week. Since I'm off from school for a couple of weeks, I'm hoping to get a few more chapters out before school starts up again. I'm also thinking about starting a new series with the sequel game, Style Savvy: Trendsetters, so if you have any thoughts just give me a heads up. ^^ As always, thanks for reading and review if you'd like. Happy holidays!