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A Winter's Tale
She tipped her head back slightly, looking at the towering hotel. Gesturing for the bellhop to take her bags with the slightest smile. Yes, that practiced smile that had a guy wrapped around your finger, the knee-wobbling smile that couldn't be taught, but had to be in your attitude.
"Please bring those to this suite," lazily, Serena dug out a key card with the suite name in black letters running across the top. "I've got a friend to visit." Handing the guy the lowest bill she had (his eye's bugged out), the model walked right in when the clear double doors opened.
Serena was very hard to impress, she had seen every noteworthy hotel, traveled to the world's greatest cities (had heard too many foreigners proclaim that their city was the City of Love), and dined at every hotspot that made the tabloids. She knew what impressive was because she determined what it was. After all, when you're beyond famous, every word that escapes your lips is law.
This lobby though, was surreal, and very impressive. There was something in place of a ceiling, instead, just a glass dome that glowed beneath the sun, sending off light throughout the room. Off in the corner, a small indoor waterfall cascaded down, the light bouncing off the clear water, while lily pads floated into the water. The water moved in small canals, only 4 inches wide, which lined the walls, while little orchids, lilies and irises were strategically placed everywhere, the lovely scent wafting around the room.
Blair always loves angles... Serena mused, her feet robotically moving to nowhere, remembering how her friend was asked to design the current hotel when she hit it big, unofficially being known as this century's Audrey Hepburn for her legendary relationship with Lindon's Modeling Agency, and many fashion lines. "Speaking of Blair, where is she?"
Serena idly looked at her prism-like, aluminum brushed watch, the watch itself was shaped in a crescent, a waning moon, and little diamonds were embedded in it, while the charm dangled off the band. Her feet were moving on her own accord, while the light hit the ceiling fixture in such a way that the bending light temporarily blinded the model.
WHAM!
"Gomenasai..." Serena muttered, rubbing the back of her head. Opening her eyes, Serena found herself looking down at some black Prada pumps.
"Guess not only does the little chit have no inward grace, but apparently no common sense," a cold, oddly familiar voice loomed in the air above Serena. Staring up, the world-wide model felt torn between pure annoyance, and triumph.
The same glossed back, very dark purple hair with the purple eyes. For insurance, Serena sneaked a glance at the lopsided name tag... Hi, my name is Raye...
In her mind's eye, Serena was grinning wildly, no top model wore name tags, the people that worked with models knew that wearing name tags were tacky. Besides anyone who was anyone, well, you already knew their name. Only the anxious interns would take a step into a Modeling Agency proudly wearing the tag.
This day couldn't get any better.
"Let me guess." The cruel voice snapped Serena out off her thoughts as Raye shifted a stack of papers to her right hand, her left hand coming up to her face, she was feigning innocence. "You want to try to be a model by being an intern first, well, well, well... what ever your name is, your not only are you dressed the part, 'cuz no model would step foot into here wearing that... but I'm one step ahead of you again... I'm the newest, promising intern."
The corners of Serena's mouth twitched slightly; in two years of modeling she had never heard a lowly intern proudly declare that they were the "promising intern," especially one Raye's age. Considered old in the modeling business, a promising intern at the age of twenty one was non existent, for they'd already be models.
Serena choked... out of pure laughter... Raye didn't notice, her presumptuous ways assuming that it was out of sorrow, that Serena was still the weak minded, innocent chit.
"Let me guess," Serena gasped for breath, a dainty flush adoring her porcelain face, "you are thrilled to have this job, ne Raye? Let me give you some facts, first off twenty one is old in the world of modeling. If you wanted to be a model, you should have tried long before... Second off, for your information I wasn't here because I wanted that -" Mentally stumbling, the flaxen haired model found the right words, "promising internship ... I'm here to meet a close friend."
Before Raye could retort, her beeper went off, emitting a loud noisy beep in the middle of the comeback. Tossing her purple locks in a smooth motion, Raye looked down at the beeper quickly, "well then, I got to go, looks like someone that's worth more than you, other words, not much, is looking for me." She crossed the lobby, her heels making a soft clicking sound, and her hair swaying in her back.
Serena instantly wished that she had cut off that bitch's hair when she was ten, and was given the dare to shave Raye's hair off... forget that "punishment" crap, it would have been worth it.
"Bitch," Serena muttered, her eyes spying the nearest elevator about to close from the distance. "Hold it!" She fast walked the rest of the distance away; her carefully curled blond curls bouncing with her steps. Making it just in time to the elevator, she sighed in relief as the shiny doors closed.
Inside the elevator (which played lousy music, there was only soo much you could do to a hotel,) the model breathed slowly. Turning, she gave a dazzling smile to the guy next to her. He had cloudy grey-blue eyes that were hid under a messy mop of chocolate hair, which fell over his eyes casually.
"Thanks," Serena muttered, a slight blush adorning her face. "My name's Serena."
"Pleased to meet such a beautiful woman," Mystery Guy replied, a slight French accent overbearing his Japanese. Cute, very cute. He gently grabbed Serena's left hand, his lips softly brushing against her knuckles. His stormy eyes had yet to leave Serena.
"My name is —" He was cut off when a soft Ping, announced the arrival to the tenth floor. Damn, time really flies when you meet a cute guy.
Stepping out, Serena looked at her watch briefly, damn, she was already late. She almost ran to the end of the hall, thankfully she remembered her manners, calling out, "Sorry!" to the cute guy.
She didn't even get his name.
Miraculously, Serena got to the place that Blair was staying without being interrupted by a cute guy again (is that necessarily a good thing?). She opened the large, double doors.
The aroma of Blair's signature scent, Pink Diamond (named for its unique aroma, and like a pink diamond, it was expensive) filled the large room. The view of the Tokyo skyline was seen through the floor to ceiling window fixtures, while the place was immaculately clean, with the light sparkling on everything.
Serena could faintly make out a muffled argument from behind a polished mahogany door. "... You can't keep acting like some big model R--" Snickering, Serena reached for a magazine, practically envisioning her brunette friend yelling at a frightened intern. "--mistake can take thousands of dollars to fix! We were expecting her to model for us!"
Curiosity killed the cat, Serena mused, idly glancing at the 20 Things to Do Before You're Thirty column. After all, she didn't want to anger Blair more by pressing her ear to the door. Still, she could still hear snitches of the conversation right from her chair. Convenient.
"--beyond lucky that he saved your sorry ass! Who do you think can model the original?!?! No beginner can pull it off, Yuki isn't--" Serena took a sip from the nearby wine glass, pausing casually to admire at how the light bounced off the crystal beautifully. "--You think you can make it in this business acting like--"
The blonde's tapered fingers clenched and unclenched the stem of the glass, placing it delicately down to the side table. "--another thing coming! Now excuse me, but I've got something else to do... What are you doing standing there?! You have to come!" The blond hid a grin; Blair was infamous for not being like other fashion designers that whined at the slightest problem, she instead went to full on bitch mode on the nearest intern.
"Serene!"
Brushing off her jeans (because no one wants invisible dust on their faded, yet designer brand jeans,) standing up so that she and Blair stood at the same height. "It's been soo long!" Serena replied, giving air kisses to her friend, the gesture, though awkward for anyone else, was made flawless by the two.
The blond model had met Blair during a runway show in Paris, the brunette was given her moment to shine, not only modeling the clothes, but designing a couture dress which was priced quite expensively, the asking price having five digits (the original was given to Serena in congratulations for modeling it well). They quite literally bumped into each other in a boutique. The two had hit it off quite nicely, both having had the experience of a cheating boyfriend - save the fact that Blair's kept coming back cutely, while Serena's was currently off the map.
"Let me guess?" Serena said, "The newest intern screwed up messing up any chance they had at being a model, right?"
Blair rubbed her temples warily, and then she grabbed a martini, daintily sipping it. "Yes and no... She's a screw up, but she's exotic." Rolling her eyes, Blair put the downed martini back down, sitting on one of the suede chairs, she gestured for Serena to take a seat. "...Not everyday you come across someone with purple eyes... but with that attitude, she'll win n--"
Blair glared lightly as the double doors swung open, letting in the flustered intern, and rudely disrupting the conversation. A pair of arched, blond eyebrows rose up, as Serena brought her hand to her mouth, a little "o" shape hidden.
It was official nothing could make this day better.
"Serene, this is my new intern, Raye."
Raye looked at Serena with a surprised look, her eyes narrowing slightly, but then widening to saucers. "Raye, this is my personal friend, Serene," Blair gestured to the paler than white intern. "I think you two met in the lobby."
"B--" Raye sputtered, unable to finish the comment, or begin it for that matter. "How can she be a model?" She gestured to the clothes.
"The clothes?" Blair smiled sweetly, "I know, I love them too." Reaching over, the brunette lifted the hem of the faded jeans to reveal the boots. "And I love those boots... you've got to tell me who designed them."
Blair wrinkled her nose, "don't know why you insist on hiding those boots beneath that designer, yet faded jeans..."
A smile spread throughout the blonde's face, silently, she snickered, "it's my way off knowing that has enough fashion sense of knowing what's real, and what's not. One person failed today."
If it was possible, Raye blanched more. "Miss Waldorf, I've got to go somewhere." She mumbled something beneath her breath and left.
"That's rude," Serena remarked, picking up her wineglass again, her eyes downcast as she sipped the martini, a secret glance was sent towards her friend's direction. "She can't make it as a model... She's the one that failed the test."
If it weren't for having been read the This Is How We Do Things (East Coast: WASP edition) since infancy, Blair would have guffawed. She settled for her perfect, graceful sitting position to suddenly jerk. "No way... had she had no sense to notice that?!"
"Besides that," lowering her sapphire gaze to the wine glass, Serena said, "she treated me rudely just because she fashioned herself higher than me because--" Serena set the wine glass down again, feigning innocence, "--how did she say it? Oh yes, 'I'm the newest most promising intern.'"
Sneaking the slightest glance at her moon shaped watch, Serena noted the time, forever engraving it in her mind... 1:34... The time that Raye's hopes and dreams of being an international model for the most renowned modeling company crashed and burned.
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Okk...this is GG here !!! Star isn't here to appologize personally...so I am doing it for her...Sorry, that I took sooo long to do chapter 1. Now it's my turn...sooooo did u like it...did you???? I am always soooo hyper when it comes to this kind of stuff...review!!!!! I want over 20 reviews or we are NOT updating...kidding. I love this tooo much to stop...but I do want over 20 reviews...then maybe we will update sooner than we planned...soooo I want to thank those who reviewd for prologue...
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