A/N: Hi guys! Hope you all had a fun week and liked my last chappie! This one's probably going to be short but I felt it had to be in there. Sorry for any mistakes as well. Now a question from my reader...

Toyota: Well, I don't have the game yet (and probably not for a while... :( ) so I can't say if I am. When I do though, I may most likely have one up. I'm also thinking of doing another Style Savvy Instalment when this story's done too. I know, old fashioned. But the original game needs some justice.

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{Rosa's POV}

April / 13 / 2010

It was sad seeing Dominic go. He didn't look back after exiting the driveway. Well, he didn't need to. We said what we needed to say, and he seemed grateful when I game him his gift. It was the least I could do since he allowed me to stay at his home while I was recovering. It shamed me how weak I was. From now on I promise to look after myself better. Or be aware of myself. Starting with my doctors appointment during the week. It's about time I go see an old friend again.

As I walked out of the gates of Dominic's driveway, I finally felt the surge of freedom. Freedom of worries, freedom of sadness, freedom of fear. It was all gone, leaving my heart weightless. I breathed in to make sure I wasn't just lightheaded or hallucinating, but... It was real. The realism made me smile.

How long has it been since I last smiled like this? I wondered as I walked towards the Expedition Hall to collect my clothes. Was it when Dominic and I confessed our love? Or when I won the Gold contest? What about when I opened Aveira? No, it happened before that. Way before that... Way before dad-...

No, I can't think about that now. I can't sulk about the past and put myself down anymore. I'm a new Rosa now. Not the tortured Embrosa, or the Rosa of yesterday. I'm the new Rosa, Dominic's girlfriend, aanndddd... The future Queen of Fashion. That's right, I've decided to enter the competition later this year.

I cant wait to tell Grace and the others. Imagine the shock and happiness... Also seeing Rococco's persistence since winning the Gold Contest made me think she has high hopes for me, that she wants ME to win. That's a huge silent compliment coming from one of the most famous people of fashion.

But only realising, as I walked through the exhibition hall doors, that it also meant fans staring at you, treating you like royalty. Well that's because that's what was happening. Numerous boutique managers, shopkeepers, and other people staring at me in amazement as if I was a goddess that descended down to earth to see them. Well, that was the only way I could explain the situation.

I chose to smile and pretended to ignore the hovering eyes, especially they were eyes of jealous boutique managers who probably competed against me in the contests. Sooner or later they'd get over it, surely? Take Grace for example. Me winning over her didn't bother her one bit, because well... That's just bad sportsmanship, I guess.

And speak of the devil...

"Rosa. Didn't think I would see you twice in one day." She greeted, stopping in front of me. "Actually it's good that I see you now because I'm planning to have you and Renee over my house... For a girls night."

That was a bit sudden, I thought. "Yeah? What's the occasion?" I asked smirking at the twinkle in her eye.

She gave me a small, knowing cheeky smile. "Well, we'll hardly have time to act like teenagers anymore, y'know." she said tapping her pointer finger, as if the was counting her reasons, "You'll probably be with Dominic every night soon, and, why not?"

"What makes you think I'll be moving in with him 'soon'?" I asked putting a hand on my hip.

"I'm kidding! When was the last time you slept in your own bed?" she joked.

I blushed furiously. Yeah, the main reason I hadn't been sleeping at my place was because I was recovering. But knowing that it had been around a week, made it sound worse than it was. "...Aweek..." I quickly mumbled dipping my head down.

She smirked and leaned in, "I'm sorry. I couldn't get that. A what?"

"A week Grace. I stayed at Dominic's for a week." I confessed clearer.

As I lifted my face to look at her she softly smiled and tapped her nose. "Your secret's safe with me."

"It's not how you think." I defended giving her a sly smile.

She lifted her hand to halt me from speaking. "Save the girl talk for next Friday night. Okay?"

"Righto. I'll look forward to it." I said knowing that we both couldn't talk for long with work.

After we left each other with a friendly hug, all I could think about was Dominic and how our lives together would be like. Already after half an hour I greatly missed him. Damn being a girl, I thought mentally kicking myself smirking.

{Dominic's POV}

The flight may have taken an hour, but, oh, did it feel so long. There were kids crying because they didn't get the window seat or the on-board food, people who would kick the back of your seat, giving me a sore back, someone broke air, and so on. I could tell that flying wasn't my forté, especially since this whole thing was at such short notice.

Well at least I was back on ground in a rented car heading towards the emporium site.

It wasn't that far, apart from trying to get out of New York City, it was only an another hours drive just getting there. No doubt upon my arrival they'll give me a tour around the place, let me rest the night for a busy start, and meet other people who're there for the same reason as I. Things like this are always straightforward. Help plan, fund, call people, then sleep. Day after day. I was meant to be on holiday...

Ranting like this in my head makes me sound like a spoilt brat, but to be honest, I think it's because I'm over eager to have Rosa back in my arms.

Surprisingly, soon enough, I had arrived at the emporium, and the part that most amazed me was how polished the outside looked. It actually looked finished, apart from numerous construction vehicles and material lying about. The outside of the building was glossy in glass, had numerous sections, could almost be classed as a high-rise, had palm trees to compliment the free atmosphere, and even the lights on the outside (because it was getting late) showed its beauty.

After parking the car, I climbed out still staring at the building mesmerised by it's completion and polish, well until... "Dominic Miya! It's so good to have you here at last." Said a sort of fat man with open arms.

"Mr Simmons. It's good to see you again." I said shaking his hand.

On numerous occasions, Mr Simmons and I had worked together for many tasks. He treated me like a son he never had. I didn't think of him a a fatherly figure, but I deeply respected him for his business like manner, and how he'll always get things done. He was a bit overweight though, but was one of the cleanest people I've ever seen.

"Once again, you've been put up to work with me. How long has it been. A year?" he asked as we walked towards a building joining to the main building, the motels.

"Too long." I replied. "It will be good to catch up again."

He smiled proudly. "You've got the respect of you father."

That hit a sensitive nerve. Did Mr Simmons know about father's... Passing? Knowing him, if he did, he would have avoided talking about him.

"How is he by the way?" he asked, confirming my suspicions that he didn't know.

I took a deep breath, it was hard talking about someone close to me like this, especially to someone who had no idea. "Father, passed away nearly a couple of weeks ago." I said. Short but not sweet.

Mr Simmons was quiet for a while. The air around us was unbearably silent. I knew the news would hit him harshly since he and father were good friends and rivals. He was my father's best man for my parents wedding.

"I'm sorry." He only said.

I felt uncomfortable, not knowing what to say. "Mr Simmons. His passing wasn't your fault."

"Yes, I know. But it's just the loss you have to deal with." He said still looking forward.

That was understandable. It is true that the loss was huge, but I and he need to move on. Not meaning forgetting my father though. "Thank you. But I think he would want people sulking about him." I said trying to put in a brighter picture.

"True, true. He never liked being the centre of attention, despite his superiority." he tried joking. "Thats enough sulking. We have a project at hand!"

A/N: Enjoy your week! :)