A/N: Okay, so those of you that follow me, I'm back! I am very sorry for being gone so long, but the fact of the matter is that life got busy, I fell out of love with writing. I became depressed with no energy to write. However, I'm back now and I'm more in love with writing than ever. And I've been thinking a lot about the stories I want to write. I want to break some bad news. For those of you wondering if/when I'll finish my other chapter fics, I'm sorry to say that I'm no longer writing those. I have the biggest writers block on all of those stories, and no matter what I do I can't write them. I think I lost my passion for those fics. I'm also going to try and have multiple chapters ready to publish before I post. That way hopefully y'all don't have to wait as long. I am sorry for the way I've disappeared. I really want to be a better writer for my readers. I love you all! Hope you still support me. Sorry for the long note. Enjoy the story!

Chapter 1

New York fashion week is the most impressive and famous fashion event of the year. People come from all over just to attend and participate in this life-changing event. If you are a designer showcasing your designs or even a model showcasing the line, you've made it. You are among the best, and your name becomes known. However, if you happen to be working for the magazine Regal, or Swan. Well, you simply are the best. The two magazines have been rivals for years. No one dares to try to interfere with the owners of each magazine. Regal magazine has been at the top for most of its years, run by the most well-known hardass in the business. Regina Mills is notorious for running a tight ship and never letting anyone bring her less. Emma Swan, CEO of Swan, is also the best, the only difference is that she is a little, well nicer. To be put simply, she doesn't make people cry as much. However, both women share two things in common, both have a passion for fashion, and both NEVER talk about their personal life. This is their story.

"Ladies! Hurry up, we can't keep Ms. Mills waiting." Women ran around scrambling get dressed, making sure not to mess up the perfectly done hair and makeup. "I swear to God, if you guys don't hurry up, we are all out of the business." The long-haired blonde peaked around a black curtain. She caught sight of the brunette in question. Regina Mills. The devil in heels. Regina Mills was the most respected and adored fashion exec in the business. She was the CEO of the magazine Regal. And you NEVER kept her waiting. Not if you wanted to have a job by the end of the day. When Regina glanced at her watch, the heart of the blonde sped up as she swallowed hard. Feeling all life drain from her body. "Asses in gear now! Line up." White light shined brightly, people moved around rhythmically, like a fast-paced dance. It was interesting to watch the way people maneuvered around each other, no one tripped, no one was out of sync. Women began to line up to be presented. The women were tall and skinny, perfectly made hair and clothes to match. Every single article of clothing was placed exactly how the stylist wanted them to, nothing was out of place. Not even a scarf hung in the wrong way. "Cue music!" The blonde shouted.

Everyone was finally ready to present the line. The music started and the models began to walk. Every single one of them walked with confidence, beauty, and elegance. Every outfit was perfectly fit to the model, nothing out of place. It was a truly beautiful line. It was the new winter line that Regal was going to be showcasing as their cover, and possibly the one chosen to be shown at New York fashion week next month. Therefore, it was crucial for nothing to go wrong. Not if the designer wanted to be showcased.

Regina sat in her chair watching the models closely. Her eyes wandered over every inch of every model. She looked at their hair, making sure that every single strand was perfectly in place. She looked at the clothes, making sure that the design was to her liking, that it was practical and yet stylish. She looked at stitches, at every fine detail within the clothing. She was the best and to become the best you had to have the best eyes, to catch every mistake. She looked at the shoes and the accessories to make sure that they looked good together. If you didn't know how to match accessories, well you were screwed. Regina was a perfectionist and only wanted the very best representing her magazine.

The music stopped and the models lined up, side by side for the final impression on Regina. Regina stood up and walked towards the models. The brunette's heels clicked against the tile floor. The only sound heard throughout the studio. There were dozens of people in this large room, and yet no one made a sound. Breaths were being held. Hearts were beating against chests. Regina walked up to the first model on the far left. She began to circle the woman, looking her up and down. She would purse her lips and raise a brow. She would circle a couple of times and then move onto the next model, never saying anything, until she reached the last model. Once she was finished, she stepped back and looked at the group as a whole.

Regina bit her lip, she pursed her lips and tilted her head, "put girl 1 next to girl 5. Then 6 in 1st place. The flow is better that way." There was no hesitation. The girls immediately moved. Regina nodded, "much better. Good work Katherine." Regina walked away, the door slamming behind her.

The environment quickly changed from the iciness that was in the air only a few seconds ago. Everyone was no longer holding their breaths; bodies were relaxed at last. The models and crew began scrambling around cleaning up, getting changed. The room felt much calmer with Mills out of the room.

Katherine congratulated her models and assistants, dismissing them as well. Katherine was Regal's top designer. Her work had been in more Regal covers than any other. She was also Regina's best friend. Well at least as much as you could be best friends with Regina Mills. Regina was the type of person that never talked about her personal life with anyone, no matter who they were. She simply just enjoyed keeping that part of her life secret, no one knew why.

"Okay, ladies! Confidence, poise, and please for the love of God no one trip today!" Bodies scrambled around models making sure everything was perfectly in place. "Line up now. Cue music." The models began walking in a straight line down a flat runway in the middle of a large studio. They would stop just in front of a blonde woman standing at the end of the walkway. She had her arms crossed in front of her as she watched every girl closely as they stopped and walked by her.

When they were done, they lined up side by side, the blonde walked up to them, she examined each model closer, making sure everything was the way she wanted for her magazine. She stepped back and smiled. "We have a great batch here. Ruby, you did a wonderful job, as always."

"Thank you, Miss Swan." Ruby clapped her hands, and everyone scattered. The models went to go and get changed and others were packing up the studio. Ruby was Emma's best friend, had been for years. Of course, Emma was private. She never liked talking about herself. She never talked about family or love interests. No, their friendship was exclusively work and the occasional drinks on the weekends.

Emma Swan was the best in the business, she really was. But when it came to competing against Regal, well she found herself coming second a lot. No matter how hard the Swan team worked nothing could beat Regal. One year, Swan had come so close to being first. But then suddenly one of Ruby's models tripped on stage. And that was the end of that, and all that anyone could talk about that whole year. Emma's magazine Swan was always put second next to Regal. However, Emma was much more loved than Regina. Emma wasn't as strict or demanding, maybe that's why she always came second. But Emma didn't like running a tight ship. She thrived off of the fun, relaxing vibe. And if Emma was 100% honest, she kinda enjoyed being loved more than winning. Although she would like to win at least once.

Emma waved bye to her crew and began walking out the door. She said her last goodbyes and let the door slam behind her. Once the door was closed, she reached into the pocket of her form-fitting jeans and began typing up a message.

Emma: Hay, done with the presentation. How did it go?

Regina: Good. Still could use work though. Yours?

Emma: Are you ever satisfied, Mills?

Emma: Good, I think we are ready to kick some ass. You up for the challenge? ; )

Regina: What can I say, I like only perfection, nothing less. Ha, like going up against you is a challenge.

Emma: Same ole Regina.

Regina: Always dear. So, dinner tonight?

Emma: Of Course. Same place as always?

Regina: Always.

Emma: Perfect. I'll meet you at the jet at 8 then.

Regina: Don't keep me waiting.

Emma: I wouldn't dare keep you waiting, my queen.

Regina:

Emma: You raised your brow, didn't you?

Regina: Goodbye Miss Swan.

Emma: I love you.

Regina: I love you too.

A/N: I know it's really short, but I really enjoyed the way the chapter flowed. And I also really wanted to end like this. It's just the start and chapter 2 is already in the works. Let me know what you all think! Till next time!