He didn't see her for a while after that. Next time that he did, she was on the phone in the Pop's parking lot, having a very animated conversation. He tried not to notice how good those jeans looked on her, how she suited the biker jacket she was sporting, but he was only human and he was red blooded

FP walked out from the back but kept his distance. She was pacing back and forth and it clearly was a bad day.

"Listen, I don't care who she is. You get that bracelet back. It was a loan, she knew it was a loan. It's from a yet to be release collection. We need to get that back to Zac. The courier with be at the New York office at five. So I don't care what you need to do. Drive over there and chop her hand off if you need to, just make sure that the bracelet is intact."

FP sat on the front steps amused and just continued to listen. Kind of loving the fact that Gracie had no clue that he was there

"I've worked too hard to have a working relationship with this designer. This has taken me years. I'm not jeopardising that because of some starlet, who no one is going to remember next year. I swear to god the next time I dress her, it's going to be in trash bags and I'll tell her to couture. Just keep me up posted"

Gracie threw her phone in her bag and huffed before hearing someone behind her yell

"Careful, you're Southside is showing"

She turned around and tried to smile the best she could before walking over and sitting beside him

"Sometimes the Southside attitude is needed"

"Over a bracelet?"

"A thirty thousand dollar bracelet, yeah"

"What?"

"Welcome to my world" she chuckled "I don't know what it is about actresses. They are in one hit TV show and they think the world owes them everything"

She took her sunglasses off and placed them on to her head.

"You need pie?"

"I need cake and working Wifi. Fred's building stuff. Archie was training like a boxer ready for Vegas and there is no internet in the house. Please tell me this place has Wifi"

"Doesn't everywhere at this point?" He stood up and held out his hands for hers "Come on"

He pulled her up as she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. They walked in as Pop's saw they still holding hands, knowing this may get interesting

"Gracie honey, back again?"

She hugged him around the middle and didn't wanna let go

"I'm here to be that annoying customer, with their laptop that never leaves. I need cake"

"Bad day?"

"High stakes fashion emergency. We're at code red"

"Grandma's coconut cake just hit the cake stand"

"Oh yeah. Yeah,yeah"

"On its way"

It was times like this that she really missed this town.

#

She stayed there most of the day, typing away, in her own little world. One of the things that the Andrews family knew how to do, was run a business and she had her own. A world away from there, which made business a little trickier. With a brand new client that she had never met and didn't know her personality, so it was quite difficult to figure out what she could or would be comfortable wearing.

Grace could look at as many dresses as she liked but without knowing her client, it was a little bit of a nightmare.

Two phone conversations with the actress and at least five with her team and Grace was still no closer to an answer.

Until Riverdale pioneering gay walked through the door and she felt like all her answers walked in with him.

"Kev, my darling. Help me"

"Oh intrigued"

"Do you know of Luisa Cargelligo?"

"Actress and singer. Who rose to prominence for her roles in Broadway musicals, yes"

"That's the one. She has the premiere of her first major motion picture next week in New York"

"You're dressing her?"

"Yes, and I am totally Alicia Silverstone at Bronson Alcott High"

"Great reference"

"At least I'm doing something right today"

"Luisa Cargelligo" Kevin said smiling at her

"Who?" Pop asked walking past

"Hang on, I'll show you" she typed on the keys and swung the laptop around so Pop could see

"She kind of looks like a young Sofia Loren, don't you think?" he told them before walking away. Grace and Kevin looked over at each other in awe

"Grace, Old Hollywood"

"Emerald green dresses. Google your ass off, young one"

"I love my life"

She watched his elation and remembered when that was her. The days before stress and panic could sometimes take over the joy of it.

#

The fashion emergency was pretty much over. Kevin helped her find the right dress. Thankfully it was a designer she had a long history with and Luisa had been booked for a dress fitting at the end of the week. All and all, with a little help, Grace had done the impossible.

It was eight at night and storm clouds were rolling in. She switched off her laptop and was looking forward to an early night. It made her feel like a grandma but it was what she wanted.

Just as she went to move out of the booth, someone sat next to her. It was FP. She looked up wide eye

"Not so fast"

"I thought you'd be happy to see the back of me"

"Hand me your wrist" she moved the good wrist before he stopped her "Uh-ah, Smartarse. The one you've been clinging to your chest for the past hour"

Grace didn't move at first, pressing her lips together before realising that she wasn't going to win this battle. She placed her hand in his before FP undid the bandage gently.

When he did he saw just how ugly and swollen it was. He moved it back and forth, each time going just a little farther. She was putting on a brave face until it hurt just a little too much and she couldn't bare it anymore. He bent it one more time before she grabbed his arm quickly

"Babe" she gasped quietly.

"It's broken"

"What are you a doctor?"

"Are you?" he shot back "Get up. You're going to the hospital"

"Umm, no I'm not"

"Grace, if you don't move and get over to my truck I swear to god. I will carry you the hell out of here"

"I can't move until you do" she shot back.

He smiled at her spark when she was pissed off. Her eyes got darker and shot right through him. Clearly she didn't do things she didn't want to do very often. He tried not to laugh because it was kind of adorable.

FP slid out of the booth and she soon followed, carrying all her things in her good arm, walked to FP's truck and waited by the passenger side door because she knew she couldn't open the door without either hurting herself or dropping everything that she held most dear.

Suddenly she heard him chuckle before looking over at him unamused as he leant against the bonnet of the truck

"Do you need my help?"

"No"

She looked at the truck, trying to think of a way to do this

"She can make celebrities, stop the world, dead in in its tracks but she can't get into a truck"

"Shut it"

"It'd be a lot easy if you just accepted my help"

"Refer to me previous statement, Forsythe"

Grace stepped up and placed her stuff on to the roof before gently stepping down and opening the door, hoping in enough to reached up with both hand and take her things off the roof, even though he could see on her face it was painful. FP shook his head walking over before closing the door for her.

"Still would have been easier if I helped you"

"For you maybe"

"Your level of stubbornness is really something else"

"Thank you" she said proudly before watching him walk over to the drivers' side and hopping in the other side.