Emma walked through the streets of Storybrooke; she was an A-Grad Student with a full scholarship at Parsons. She couldn't present a dress everyone already had seen. With only 3 weeks left Emma knew the relaxing break she wished for was over. She need to organize everything, new fabric, a model for fittings but most important an idea for another perfect piece. She could come up with something for sure. It still was her creation and work but how does it look in front of the committee, when she doesn't come up with something new – something unexpected – something perfect. LIKE THAT DRESS! It was everything.
Regina was outside and felt sick to her stomach. She didn't think it through the moment David gave her the dress. She taught it was simply a dress Emma had. Of course why would she question it, the blond doesn't look like a fashion designer. She only saw her a few minutes and she doesn't look like the girl who would wear fancy stuff. Emma's voice still echoed in her head: "Regina was the muse for every one of them. She would have looked hot in any other dress inside that stupid bag."
A warm feeling spread in Regina's stomach. She never was a muse for someone and no woman ever told her she was hot. Sure there were a lot of admirer in Hollywood who would tell her whatever she wanted to hear, to get into her pants –without knowing what they really would get.
When Emma arrived back at the Mansion David looked sad at her "What can I do to help, Emma? I will do everything I'm so sorry"
"Turn back time 24 hours and decide differently this time?" Emma told him shy.
"I wish I could, honey. I know the school is closed and you can't use the facility there. That's why I called some friends for a favor. You can go to Mr. Gold shop later and look for fabric and other materials you need. Marco has a sewing machine. He just needs to fix it and will get it here in no time." David told her.
Emma didn't know what to say he really thought about everything – but still her mind was not ready to come up with something amazing and she also needed a model for the fittings.
"Emma, it's entirely my fault I will help as much as I can. I obviously can't model for you but I will buy you all the stuff you need. Maybe Zelena or Ruby will help you or you could also ask Regina for help as well?" he tried his best to support her.
"And if they don't, I'm pretty sure I can find some skinny bitch at work that I can bribe to be your model" he joked.
"Dad, it's not that easy, I design for a special type of woman – not every skinny bitch will do" Emma laugh.
The day went on uneventful. In the evening they all sat together for their thanksgiving dinner. Regina was an excellent cook; the turkey was the best Emma ever tasted. Cranberry sauce was perfect and she put a lot of effort in all the side dishes as well. Her favorite were the sweet potatoes, she made a mental note to to ask Regina for some cooking lessons. But who was she kidding, Emma loved food. She could eat all day, even if she didn't look like it. But for her, cooking was making a grilled cheese sandwich. That was all she could throw together. She really hoped her future wife could cook. Some sad thoughts came to her in that moment. The perfect wife was right in front of her but she could never act out on those feelings. Her dad was a lucky man.
When she was back from that little daydream she noticed all eyes on her "Emma, Regina asked if you would like some apple cider" David told her.
Emma smiled "Oh sorry Regina – sure I would love some" was all she could bring out. Regina smiled at her genuinely.