Time Catches Up
It had now been seven years since Sean had sent the first bill of divorcement back. Each year, Emma has sent another bill of divorcement to Sean and each year they are returned to her unsigned. It is now 2016.
After six years at Toronto University, Emma graduated with a degree in Environmental Policy with an emphasis in Sustainable Business Practices. She was offered to work in the states (California exactly) as a consultant for the Sierra Club to offer benefits and incentives for businesses to go green. Before she left for the states, Emma changed her last name to Sinclaire to hide from her past (and her husband).
Tonight, Emma, along with the Sierra Club, is hosting a green event/benefit concert to raise awareness about the California Sea Otter (as well as other sea life) that is now endangered do to the off shore oil drilling in the marine protected areas along the coast (the gasoline shortage scar has only worsen with time) in attempts to mend the energy crisis. This event is powered by the methane gas that is a byproduct of landfills (this is the new way to power electricity).
Emma has been dating David Pascoe (the son of Mayor Chuck Pascoe: the mayor of San Jose) for about eight months. Tonight Emma wore an off the shoulder one sleeve (right) black dress that was knee length and had a silver ring belt just below the waist. She was wearing light blue flats that complimented her light blue-silver dangling earrings. Her make-up was neutral: light brown eye shadow, dark brown mascara and dark red lip gloss. This event was attended by many celebrities, models and designers, since the Sierra Club was teaming up with Patagonia to introduce a clothing line that: was not made in a sweat shop, used no synthetic fabrics and used no harmful chemicals.
Just as Emma was putting the last finishing touches on the runway; her phone rang. Emma looked down and smiled at the caller id.
Emma: "Hey babe."
David: "Hey. How's everything?"
Emma: "Good. No drama yet."
David: "That's great babe. I'm so proud of you. Look, I'm running a little late. Bob will pick you up. Remember, we have that thing with my dad."
Emma: "What thing?"
David: "That red carpet charity thing."
Emma: "Oh yeah."
David: "I love you and I'll see you tonight."
Emma: "K. Bye."
After hanging up the phone with David, Emma walked over to her boss, Stan, to make sure that he had everything under control before she left to meet David.
Emma: "Stan, I'm heading off. Do you have everything under control?"
Stan looked Emma up and down. Stan then whipped out his hand in a "Z" snap.
Stan: "Sure. Mmm… Emma St Claire: you are working that natural line."
Emma twirled around.
Emma: "You think so? I was afraid that the ballet flats would clash with the outfit."
Stan: "Girl, flats are the new heal. The natural make-up works with the shoes. Plus, the periwinkle earrings add a nice touch."
Emma: "Thanks. Love ya."
Emma and Stan did the air kiss, before Emma turned, waved goodbye and went to meet the electric black limo that was waiting for her. The driver stepped out and opened the door for Emma and she stepped in.
Emma: "Thanks Bob."
As the limo drove off, Emma couldn't help but think of Sean, and what he was doing at that moment. Bob broke the silence and Emma pushed those thoughts out of her mind.
Bob: "Miss St Claire, Mr. Pasko said he was running late, so he will meet you there."
Emma silently laughed to herself. Although it had been three years since she had formed her new identity: she still laughed every time someone called her that.
Emma: "Thanks Bob. Where exactly?"