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Chapter Fourteen - Fashion Week

I didn't have long to design my masterpiece before I had to submit it to Phillipe, he was in New York preparing for fashion week that was usually held in the first week of February. So I was able to sketch out the four things that were the most prominent in my mind.

I had two dresses, a pant suit and a wedding dress, I wasn't sure which he would go for but I knew which I wanted to be made, as ridiculous as it sounded. Armed with my sketch pad and swatches I headed off to New York city.

Phillipe was happy as always to see me and he scolded me for not sharing my desire for design to him. He had always been so kind to me and I knew that he would be willing to help me with practically anything I asked, I just never thought to ask him about this.

Rosalie had insisted on joining me, Phillipe had fast become one of her favorite designers and I knew I would never get close to him without Rosalie's insistence on joining me.

I was finally able to sit down and go through my designs with him. Rosalie was invited to pick some merchandise out of his fall collection that he had brought as a gift for the models. Rosalie disappeared in a shot.

"You do realize that she will take everything if you'll let her."I smiled gratefully, "Living in cold climates unfortunately doesn't grant us the luxury of the lighter fashions of spring."

"Ah, Alice." he smiled happily, his warm French accent washing over me. "You and your sister can 'ave everything in there, they were built for the two of you anyway, but using them as a gift for the models make for a wonderful excuse to my accountant."

I laughed happily, I should of known that his kind nature would have extended to us. He was always so generous when it came to the Cullen women.

"So, Alice, what do you 'ave for me?" he asked holding out a hand for the sketches I was practically clinging to in my nervousness, I knew that he would be gracious even if they were terrible and that was what I feared. That he would agree to something he didn't like. I handed them to him timidly. He took them gently and smiled at me with reassurance.

"Alice, you 'ave impeccable taste, I 'ave no doubt these will be perfect."

"Thank you Phillipe, you flatter me." I said and waited for his opinion.

He spent a while looking at each of the sketches that had swatches attached to them. I knew that I had been meticulous in my decisions, I just hoped it would be enough.

We sat in silence as he tilted his head from side to side and ran his fingers along the lines of the sketch. I was beginning to get nervous, when he finally spoke.

"Okay, Alice. I 'ave made a decision. I 'ave never done a wedding dress and I would like to add yours to my collection, I will give you full credit as a guest designer of course. I would like you to be here when the fittings are done so you can check the final details."

I smiled and sat back in my seat, I couldn't have been happier, it was what I had wanted to be made, it was what I had put most of my effort into. I diverted for the first time from my optimism and checked to see what the dress would look like and it was perfect. But I had a question.

"Phillipe?"

"Yes?"

"Could I pick the model?"

"Why of course, Alice. We are 'aving a session next week to pick them out. The bare essentials for your dress should be ready by then so it should work out perfectly. What size were you looking at?"

"A size two, there is a reason for it. Obviously not for me but, I was hoping I could maybe keep the dress after it's been shown."

"Of course, Alice. I feel that you 'ave something up your sleeve."

"I have a shred of hope, for something I would like to happen, but this is just a maybe."

"Well whoever it is, they will be very luck to 'ave this exquisite original masterpiece."

"Thank you Phillipe, truly, for everything."

"Thank you, for sharing your talent." He stood up and I joined him, I would have to go and rope Rosalie in, but not before I raided the fall collection too. He leaned in and kissed me on the cheek lightly. "Go and join your sister, and I shall see you in a week."

I disappeared in the direction of Rosalie and found her in a section that was dedicated to skinny pants, I should have known really.

We made out like bandits and came home with almost entirely new closets, we were giggling like school girls and nothing could put a dampener on the mood we were in.

When we got home Rosalie gave Jasper a big hug and fled to her room with her bags of goodies. Jasper stood awestruck in her wake and looked at me alarmed, it sent me into another fit of giggles.

Jasper wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close, the giggles subsided as the wave of calm flowed over me. I lay my head on his shoulder and he kissed the top of my head gently.

"Would you line to explain?" he asked, I could hear the smile in his voice.

"About what, Rose or the giggles?"

"Both."

"Well, Rosalie is happy because your gift to me has given her a new wardrobe, she's over the moon because she will be the most fashionable person in Denali when we go for our vacation. The giggles were a combination of free shopping and the look on your face when Rosalie hugged you. It was quite a picture."

"I'm sure it was, I had expected a hug from you but our sister isn't usually so. . ."

"Affectionate." I finished for him.

"Well, in a word, exactly."

I started giggling again and pulled Jasper closer. I was amazed that I was getting something I really wanted and it was strange because I was sure it was my optimism speaking, and I was starting to like it. I knew that Jasper could feel my excitement but I was sure he was putting it down to the design, he was right in a way. I would never tell anyone what I had done, until it happened. I knew that there was a chance someone would pick up on what I had done, but I would deal with hurdle when it came to it.

"So are you going to tell me what happened or do I have to guess?" Jasper asked into my hair.

"He picked one of my designs, he seemed excited about it, in fact I think he called it exquisite." I said proudly. I'd work hard on each of the designs and Jasper had supported me through every step. He picked me up into his arms and I started laughing again, I knew my excitement was infectious to him and I was happy for it. He'd spent so much effort into his studying he was ahead of every student in the course and he'd entered late. I was so proud of him.

He spun me around gently and then headed for the stairs, he was taking me to our room to celebrate. I wasn't going to deny him.

When Rosalie insisted on coming with me to the fitting I was worried that she would figure out what I was doing, the model Phillipe had picked out for me was a size two like I had requested and she was gorgeous. Her curves held the base of the design well and I knew that the finished product would look phenomenal on her. I watched Phillipe work as he made my design into a realization. I couldn't contain myself it was shaping up beautifully.

Rose was astounded, she'd been over my drawings consistently and she had loved all of the designs I had come up with but the process was as astounding to her as it was to me. Phillipe had hands like a magician, the fabric seemed to move willingly for him as he pinned and primped. The dress was coming to life before our eyes. I could have watched him all day but he shooed us away and sent Rosalie into ecstatic giggles when he explained that he'd thrown together some of his Spring collection for us during the past week. I was amazed, we were getting the clothes before their debut. He was too much, but we weren't complaining and he knew that we sent a lot of business his way.

Rosalie and I always got compliments on our wardrobes, it didn't matter where we were we would always attribute out style and grace to Phillipe. It seemed to work for all of us.

Carlisle and Esme had bought tickets for everyone else seeing as I had a design being shown, it made me nervous because out of our entire family Esme was the most perceptive, I knew that she would suspect something, I shrugged it off but it still worried me because I didn't want to offend her or raise unnecessary questions. I was sure I was being paranoid.

The next week and a half flew by and the show crept nearer and nearer until I was stood backstage and feeling nervous as all hell. Phillipe had kept the final details of the dress from me because he wanted to surprise me, he told me that he had another surprise but that it had to wait until the day of the show. So there I was, stood backstage, confused and scared waiting for my surprise.

The upbeat tempo of his catwalk music sprang to life and I swallowed, I stood back and watched the mayhem that was backstage of a fashion show as it began. I could see Phillipe primping the girls as they lined up to walk out onto the stage. I smiled over the crowd at him and he waved me over. As I approached I stopped dead. He was holding up a small dress that would fit my stature perfectly. I shook my head but Phillipe smiled and nodded.

"No, Phillipe are you insane?" I called as the music pumped through the room.

"No sweetheart, not crazy, smart. I always told you that you were my muse, it's only fitting that you should wear my most favorite design onto the stage."

"Phillipe," I could hear my voice cracking. "I'm a foot shorter than most of these girls, how exactly is that normal?"

"These girls don't 'ave an ounce of your grace, Alice. You 'ave to do this, it's become the main focus of the show. I need you."

I nodded but hesitantly, I knew that this was a bad idea, but I knew Phillipe, and no was not an option. I felt a hand take mine and I looked up into the face of Rosalie, she beamed down at me.

"You knew?" I screeched as she pulled me into a corner to change.

"Of course I did. He was very persistent." she helped me pull the dress over my head and fiddled with my makeup and hair until she was happy with the outcome.

I spun around and heard my name called by the stage director. I shook my head at Phillipe and headed towards the end of the stage. With each beat of the music it seemed another girl ahead of me gracefully pulled out of line and strolled casually onto the catwalk with ferocity that could accentuate any line the dress had. I was after the dress I had designed. I had no idea how this was going to work but as I approached the stage the music stopped and I realized that the model wearing my design and myself were the only two left. My heart sank a little that we hadn't been called, but I was also bursting from anticipation. I knew Phillipe had something up his sleeve.

I was right.

One of my favorite songs started playing and I felt my heart pound, I spun to look at Rosalie who winked and disappeared back into the front so she could sit with our family. I heard Phillipe speak into the microphone.

"I have a surprise for you tonight only, my muse has so kindly agreed to wear my most prized design, she was of course my inspiration, but first I would like to showcase a little design of hers."

The model in front of me strutted out, her long legs and curvaceous body flattered every seam and ornate design on the dress, it would go down in history as one of my prouder moments. The dress had been put together impeccably, I would never know how to thank Phillipe for this opportunity. But my time had run out and Phillipe was now announcing me and the dress I wore and I was being pushed onto the stage by an assistant. My stomach felt like it was in my throat and I walked. The only way I knew how.

I walked with the music as best I could and headed towards the end of the catwalk. I could feel all of the eyes on me and I could see my family smiling at me. The euphoric feeling that I felt building was so intense I could have run to the end of the catwalk and screamed in glee, instead I stopped at the opening of the stage and spun to face the crowd, I then pointed at Phillipe and waited for him to join me on stage. He smiled mischievously and headed toward me. I waited for him patiently smiling, as he approached me I felt every model that had strutted on the catwalk step around us and head towards the end of the runway. All of them were in pairs and clapped happily as the showcased the last thing they'd worn down the runway. As they stepped off of the stage I realized that once again I was alone on stage with Phillipe and the model that wore my creation. Phillipe looped his arm through hers and we all walked down the runway arm in arm. Phillipe stopped and led me and the model to carry on without him. I smiled obliging and the audience erupted.

I turned slowly to applaud Phillipe with the rest of the audience, he'd deserved it, his collection was gorgeous. He smiled happily at me and motioned to me and the wedding dress. The applause rocketed again and I smiled as graciously as I could manage and nodded my head to the audience in acknowledgment of their kindness. I approached Phillipe and looped my arm through his, and we headed off the runway. As we stepped backstage I drew in a long large breath and let it out quickly.

"You did wonderfully, Alice." Phillipe said kissing both of my cheeks in happiness and then was whisked away for his interviews. I stood breathlessly in disbelief. I couldn't believe what had just happened.

The moment arms wrapped around my waist I recognized them as Jasper's and I spun in his grip leaning my head on his strong familiar shoulder. He kissed the top of my head gently and held me not saying a word, like always he knew what I wanted and how to give it to me. I stayed in his embraced as I collected myself. It was all I could do to function.

When I finally stepped back I realized my family was surrounding me each with a look of pride on their faces, I smiled back at each one of them knowing that they had been my strength. Esme was the next to hold me to her, she pulled me into her motherly embrace and kissed my cheek.

"I'm so proud of you, Alice, you looked beautiful out there and your dress, was too beautiful for words. I'm so proud of you."

"Thanks, Esme. For being here and being a wonderful mother." I said as I held her. She squeezed me tighter and kissed my temple.

Each of my family members went through the same motions and the backstage area had almost been cleared completely when Phillipe finally approached us again. He handed me the dress in a garment bag with a kiss on each cheek and a demand that I call him the next time I needed something to wear, he also told me to keep the centerpiece of his show, he had a copy for a regular model but he wanted to debut it on the person he made it for. I was once again speechless, I would never be able to repay his kindness. The entire evening had been so overwhelming and I would never forget it, Each of us made our way out to the the car. It was time to go home, and with that my fairytale evening finished, the bell tolled and I went back to my other mythological life.

A/N: I know it's a bit fluffy, but I'm sure you've all figured out what Alice was up to. :) I wanted it to be special and I knew that this would be a very special way for it to come about. This places us almost to the middle of February, March it crawling up quicker than I expected. :)

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