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"Are you serious?" Olivia asked, gawking at the gown that was laid out in front of her. She turned to Elliot who was grinning ear to ear. "This is horrible, ugly. This shouldn't be a dress."
"That's what was sent to my design department. They had no clue what to do with it. It seems that the company they ordered from assumed they wanted just one dress and threw all our line colors together." He shrugged his shoulders. "They are scrambling for a front cover look now."
Olivia rolled her eyes, looking back down at the dress again. It really was awful. A skirt with layers of bright neon colors and a bodice made with patches of each color. The layers of fabric in the skirt were thick enough to make pillows for five decent sized beds. The colors together would give anyone a headache who had to watch it go down a runway, let alone spending hours on a photo shoot taking picture after picture of the hideous combination. It horrified her to think that the designer would even justify making a dress like this. But, the fabric was beautiful. "What did you tell the designer you ordered it from?"
Elliot joined Olivia at the foot of their bed, wrapping his arm around her waist. "I told her that I wouldn't order from her again. Her paycheck was voided, and she won't be mentioned in the catalog."
"Good, this is just lazy." Olivia agreed. She cocked her head to the side still looking at the dress. "Do you have a scissors somewhere?"
Elliot furrowed his eyebrows as she picked up the dress. "In my office, why?"
"I have an idea." Olivia huffed out, trying to see past the mountain of fabric in her arms. She pushed into his office, using her hip to open the door, before dropping the dress onto the wood floor. The place was nearly spotless with Elliot having little time to work at home. Walking around his desk, she riffled through the drawers to retrieve the scissors.
Elliot followed her in, watching the dress take up a good portion of the room. "It already looks better as a rug."
Olivia smiled. "It won't for long." She returned, scissors in hand, before dropping to the floor and tugging on the fabric, ripping the seams apart with her hands. "Do you have a sowing kit?"
"If I do, I've never used it." Elliot admitted before sitting on the leather armchair, watching as she ripped the dress into pieces. "Don't you need a sowing machine for this?"
"Yes, I have one in storage." Olivia stated. She chuckled at his wide eyed expression. "What? Can't believe your wife owns one?"
Elliot took a sip from his coffee cup. "Can't believe you actually know how to sow. It's rare now to find someone who knows how."
Olivia shrugged. "I used to make my own clothes. A sowing machine was my first big purchase I made when I got my first job. I hated the clothes that my dad bought me or that my relatives sent, so I would shred them and turn them into something I did like." She looked up at him. "Where did you store my things?"
"In a storage unit downtown. It should be there if it was in your apartment." Elliot said before looking down at his watch. "Do you want to get it now?"
Olivia stood up and bounded out of the room. "I'll drive!"
Elliot turned off the TV in the living room, shutting off the lights in there and in the kitchen before heading upstairs. He yawned, stretching his arms out, before seeing the light in his office still on. "Liv?" He called, but she didn't answer. Walking inside, he found shreds of fabric all over the floor, a pile of it wedged between the couch and coffee table, along with a newly finished dress.
Olivia had taken the ivory material out along with some of the neon pink and orange and made a strapless bandage cocktail dress. The pink and orange tulle that was part of the many layers of neon skirt before was now a single layer, bunched slightly together to create large slits. "Oh my God." He breathed, running his hand over the dress. It was sown together. Everything was perfectly in place.
He glanced around the room again, not finding a trace of Olivia. "Liv, baby? Where'd you go?" He was about to walk out of the room when the large pile of fabric between the couch and coffee table moved. A moment later, Olivia's arms came up over the fabric, trying to pack it down far enough to look over it. He grinned when he finally saw her drowsy brown eyes peer over at him. "There you are."
"Where's the rest of me?" Olivia questioned, trying to push herself out of mess. It only seemed to get worse, more brightly colored material falling around her. When she stopped moving, she looked up at him. "Help me?"
"Yes." Elliot chuckled before walking over and lifting her up into a standing position. He started pulling away the pieces that clung to her or were stuck to her clothes. "When did you finish the dress?"
Olivia rubbed her eyes. "I don't know. I finished it and sat down to enjoy how great it looked, but I must've fallen asleep." She kicked the fabric away from her feet, walking over to the dress that she had laid out in the leather armchair. "Do you like it?"
"It's beautiful, Liv." Elliot breathed before kissing her cheek. "I can't believe you made that out of what was delivered."
"There's still enough left to make another two dresses like this." Olivia smiled before a yawn escaped her. She sighed contently when Elliot wrapped his arm around her, allowing her to cuddle into his side. "So, front cover worthy?"
Elliot kissed her forehead. "Definitely." He rubbed her back. "Let's go to bed. It's late. We'll have a big day tomorrow getting the photo shoot ready."
Olivia nodded her head in agreement when her phone started ringing. "Who's calling at this hour?" She grabbed her phone from her pocket and saw Don's company number on the phone. "It's my dad."
"Are you going to answer?" Elliot asked. It had been nearly two weeks since Don had showed up to their house, and she had been avoiding his phone calls and messages since. "You don't have to if you don't want to."
". . .I can't avoid him forever." Olivia whispered before her hand gripped his as she answered the phone.
Elliot squeezed her hand as she answered the phone, but it didn't sound like Don on the other end, and the call didn't last long either. When she took the phone from her ear, he felt his heart beating a little faster seeing her stress levels rise. "What's wrong?"
"He retired." Olivia said. She stared down at her phone. "My dad retired today." She looked up at Elliot. "He told everyone I would be coming in as the new company President tomorrow."
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