Molly hummed to herself as she pinned the pieces of the dress together. Her
newest creation was a sexy gown for Angelina Jolie. It had to be prefect
because it would be up against Vera and Donnatella on the red carpet. After
putting the last pin in, the dress held it's shape. She took a few steps
back to admire her work and felt two strong arms wrap around her waist.
"It's beautiful darling," Neal whispered in a scratchy voice as he kissed her neck. Molly leaned into him and felt his scruff on her shoulder.
"It's almost ready. Angelina is going to look hot in it baby." Molly said. "Well getting the dress ready can wait, because you need to get ready for your birthday party. It can't start without you love." As soon as the words left Neil's mouth Molly spun around and grabbed his arm to look at his watch.
"I can't believe I forgot. Oh my god I need to call Ingrid and Huey, and I need to go pick up Ray, and you, you need to shave, and I need to do my hair." She started to spin off a list as she bustled around the room picking up things, "And I still haven't decided on my shoes, I mean I can't be late."
Neil smiled and grabbed her arm.
"Just get in the shower, I'll call Huey and ask him to pick up Ray on his way to the club, and I will tell Ingrid to come over and help you get ready." Molly smiled at him and kissed Neil on the cheek. Then ran off toward the bedroom.
Neil sighed happily as he looked around their apartment. He was standing in the huge room that served as their work studios. Scattered around were pictures of clients, and sketches of their outfits, a tu-tu she was making for Ray, handwritten scratches of songs Neil was piecing together, flashes of fabric draped over a purple leather couch, and of course Peter Gunn's (I can't remember the name of Molly's father or find it online. If anyone knows please tell me and I will change this!) guitars. Neil wandered off into the living room and sunk into the huge leather couch and reached for the phone to dial Huey and get the evening started.
Only half an hour late, Molly, Neil, and Ingrid walked into the party. Club Rigala was closed for the private event and everyone cheered as soon as Molly walked in. Ray ran up to her and flew into her arms. Molly swung her friend around and couldn't help but grin ear to ear at her outfit. She was wearing an adorable bright pink shear dress over a pale blue, her hair was curled and she looked like a mini Molly. Huey came over and hugged Molly.
As the socialite, turned nanny, turned A list fashion designer, turned Rolling Stone Cover Girl spun around the room, everyone stopped to talk to her and congratulate her on such a successful year. As the night wore on, and the cake was long gone, presents were opened, and the club started to empty, Molly took a look around for her boyfriend and Ray. She finally found them. Neil was laughing with Dave Navarro and Carmen Electra, and Ray was asleep on a couch not too far away. She tapped Neil on the shoulder and pointed at Ray. They said goodbye to everyone and walked over toward Ray.
Molly put her arms around his waist as they looked at her.
"I really love this little girl. I thank her for everything I have." She whispered. Neil kissed the top of Molly's head and went to Ray. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her out of the club.
In just one year Molly's life had done a complete 180. Here she was with the two most important people in the world to her, people one year ago today, she was seeing for the first time. Molly's face lit up as she wrapped an arm around Neil's waist and put one on Ray's back.
The limo pulled up and she crawled in, taking Ray into her lap. The nine year old only woke up when the car started to move.
"Happy birthday Molly." She whispered and nuzzled her head back on Molly's shoulder and fell asleep.
"It's beautiful darling," Neal whispered in a scratchy voice as he kissed her neck. Molly leaned into him and felt his scruff on her shoulder.
"It's almost ready. Angelina is going to look hot in it baby." Molly said. "Well getting the dress ready can wait, because you need to get ready for your birthday party. It can't start without you love." As soon as the words left Neil's mouth Molly spun around and grabbed his arm to look at his watch.
"I can't believe I forgot. Oh my god I need to call Ingrid and Huey, and I need to go pick up Ray, and you, you need to shave, and I need to do my hair." She started to spin off a list as she bustled around the room picking up things, "And I still haven't decided on my shoes, I mean I can't be late."
Neil smiled and grabbed her arm.
"Just get in the shower, I'll call Huey and ask him to pick up Ray on his way to the club, and I will tell Ingrid to come over and help you get ready." Molly smiled at him and kissed Neil on the cheek. Then ran off toward the bedroom.
Neil sighed happily as he looked around their apartment. He was standing in the huge room that served as their work studios. Scattered around were pictures of clients, and sketches of their outfits, a tu-tu she was making for Ray, handwritten scratches of songs Neil was piecing together, flashes of fabric draped over a purple leather couch, and of course Peter Gunn's (I can't remember the name of Molly's father or find it online. If anyone knows please tell me and I will change this!) guitars. Neil wandered off into the living room and sunk into the huge leather couch and reached for the phone to dial Huey and get the evening started.
Only half an hour late, Molly, Neil, and Ingrid walked into the party. Club Rigala was closed for the private event and everyone cheered as soon as Molly walked in. Ray ran up to her and flew into her arms. Molly swung her friend around and couldn't help but grin ear to ear at her outfit. She was wearing an adorable bright pink shear dress over a pale blue, her hair was curled and she looked like a mini Molly. Huey came over and hugged Molly.
As the socialite, turned nanny, turned A list fashion designer, turned Rolling Stone Cover Girl spun around the room, everyone stopped to talk to her and congratulate her on such a successful year. As the night wore on, and the cake was long gone, presents were opened, and the club started to empty, Molly took a look around for her boyfriend and Ray. She finally found them. Neil was laughing with Dave Navarro and Carmen Electra, and Ray was asleep on a couch not too far away. She tapped Neil on the shoulder and pointed at Ray. They said goodbye to everyone and walked over toward Ray.
Molly put her arms around his waist as they looked at her.
"I really love this little girl. I thank her for everything I have." She whispered. Neil kissed the top of Molly's head and went to Ray. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her out of the club.
In just one year Molly's life had done a complete 180. Here she was with the two most important people in the world to her, people one year ago today, she was seeing for the first time. Molly's face lit up as she wrapped an arm around Neil's waist and put one on Ray's back.
The limo pulled up and she crawled in, taking Ray into her lap. The nine year old only woke up when the car started to move.
"Happy birthday Molly." She whispered and nuzzled her head back on Molly's shoulder and fell asleep.