As soon as we landed I had to go to directly to the design house for my fittings. Pam was with me on this trip and was sitting in the backseat of the car beside me as we manuevered our way through the city,
"So, you've been quiet the entire trip. Are you ok?" I turned to her,
"I'm fine." And I was, it was a day of nothing but rest and recovery after Nick left my house. He wasn't such a bad person after all. He never made a move on me, never even seemed tempted to do so. I don't know how I feel about that. Should I be honored or insulted that I was half naked and he didn't so much as give me a second look? I hadn't talked to Steven before I left, he didn't call and I fought the urge every thirty minutes to pick up the phone and call him. I wasn't trying to prove any point, it was simply that I wasn't ready or comfortable with apologizing and I that was exactly what he would be expecting. I don't know what's going on with Steven and me, things just aren't what they once were but that doesn't mean I'm not willing to fight for our relationship. I had done it before and I was more than willing to do it again.
Brehan closed the door behind her and she was alone with Katerina,
"I know what you're trying to do." Katerina shook her head,
"What are you talking about?" Brehan could barely understand her through her thick Russian accent,
"You know exactly what I'm talking about. Steven is mine and that's the way it is, stay away from him." The young Russian, who was no more than eighteen sighed heavily expressing her boredom with the conversation,
"He doesn't want you, he wants me. I think that's the clear by the way he pays attention to me and not you. I'm the newest face, not you." Brehan shook her head as she balled her hands into fists. She had worked too hard and dealt with too much for this girl to come in and ruin it all,
"He doesn't look at you. You're throwing yourself on him." She stood directly in front of her competition and before she could be stopped she slapped her hard. Katerina was shocked at first but she recovered and soon the two her exchanging open slaps and occassional punches as they screamed and yelled obscenties at each other. Finally the door opened and they were pulled apart kicking and screaming,
"Stay away bitch." Katerina shook her head,
"You're old news." Steven stood in the doorway and watched as they were pulled apart, he never said anything, he just stood there with a slight smile on his face.
I stared out the window as that memory played back in my head, it wasn't the first time I became enemies with another woman because of Steven but it was the only time I physically fought over him. He brought out so many emotions in me and it was like I had no control over them. That seemed to happen with me alot, my emotions seemed to take over, it happened with Chad too. My emotions always get the most of me, whatever feeling I'm experiencing I seem to go into overload. If something made me happy I had to have it all the time, almost like an addict. If something made me angry, I loose control and become infuriated, go into a rage. I do know one thing about myself and that is my bad temper, I know it's a problem I just cant seem to a hold of it.
Pam followed me as we walked in the design house,
"Brehan, son merveilleux pour vous voir mon beau." I smiled at Étienne, which is the French version of Steven go figure. I had lived in France for two years and I knew enough French to get me to the bathroom, that was about it. I do know he said it's wonderful to see you my beauty or something like that. He always said it every time he saw me,
"Bonjour, comment allez-vous?" I learned it was good to know how to say hello and ask people how they were doing in their native language. That way their first impression of you was that you were trying, then they were more willing to help you when you switched over to English. Although, a smile and my looks always got me in good with men and some attractive women. I smiled as we pecked each other on both cheeks,
"Come, your rack is over here." I followed him over to the rack that contained all my possible ensembles for the show the next night. Trying on clothes was something I loved to do, even when I was a little girl I would run in my room and change in and out of clothes like I was putting on fashion show for my parents. That was when my parents and I saw eye to eye, or should I say when I was too young to do anything but go along with anything they said.
"This is the first one." I snapped back to attention as his assistant, Nathalie, held a dress in front of me,
"Thanks." Nathalie was going to be an awesome designer when she finally made her breakthrough. She had been with the design house as an intern when I was living in Paris, she was only a year older than me. Now, she works there full time and has done a few pieces for various collections. Nathalie helped me more than anyone get adjusted to life in Paris. I was a hothead and stubborn to say the least. I think my attitude has gotten alot better after growing up and realizing that life doesn't give you anything and no one owes you. I stripped down to my bra and thong, you get over being shy when you're a model, and slipped the dress on over my head,
"Ok, we'll have to take it in around the waist and out on the chest." I smiled,
"Well, that sounds good. Glad it's not the other way around." I stood with my arms up as she took measurements and held the material together with pins and whatever else they do. i heard talking and a few people entered the room,
"Hi Brehan." I smiled,
"Hey Heidi, hi Molly." Klum and Dennison respectively. They were both going to be in the show, Heidi was definitely the big name of the show. Seeing Heidi, for some reason made me think of Nick,
"Hey Heidi, do you have a promo picture with you?" She frowned slightly,
"Of me?" I smiled,
"Yeah." She looked over at a girl and she nodded,
"Yeah, I have a couple in my attache case." Heidi looked over at me,
"What? You want my autograph?" I giggled along with her, she was so easy going. If you couldn't like Heidi you had a real problem,
"No, but my friend's sister is a big fan of yours and I wanted to send her an autographed picture of you. She wants to be a model." She smiled,
"That's nice. Sure, I'd love to." Her assistant, I can't remember her name for the life of me, not that it's important, handed her a picture and a marker. Hiedi looked up at me as she leaning over the table to sign her name,
"What's her name?" Her name? Eh, I have no idea. I frowned at Pam,
"What's Nick's little sister's name?" Why is Pam looking at me like she's a crackhead? Oh yeah, she doesn't know that Nick is my new best friend,
"I'll tell you all about it later." She nodded,
"Must be Angel, Leslie is the singer and BJ, I think she gave up the modeling thing a long time ago." I nodded and looked over at Heidi,
"It's to Angel." She nodded and signed the autograph, talking to me the whole time,
"You know Brehan, you keep this up and people are going to think you are a softie." I shook my head,
"Never." Heidi knew sometimes I could lose it, but she knew that I wasn't all that bad as some behind the scenes tended to think I was. Yes, I've had more than my share of temper tantrums but overall I'm pretty cool. Well, I'd like to think so. Publically, I was just a regular person, not too bad and not too good.
Chapter 29
Stranger Than Fiction
Stories
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