The Internship -Justin Bieber-

Chapter 26: A Flame In The Heart

Ivy Bell: 

"Thanks for coming by." I say to Rose Mallory, one of the models who would be wearing my designs for the internship fashion show. 

"Oh, it's not a problem!" The bubbly girl sips the tea which I set out for her on the coffee table. 

This week, I've been trying to meet up with the models so I can get my measurements, fit them and then make any necessary alterations to the pieces. 

I flick through my little notebook that contained all the names, contact information and filled in measurements of the models which I take when they visit. The box for Rose's name is unmarked, but in about half an hour I should be good to go. 

Placing the notebook on the coffee table, I grab the outfit that Rose would be walking in from off the portable rack. It was a two piece dress I made with a very intricate abstract pattern I found in a material shop in the depths of the city.

It was too pretty not to use so with the help of my sewing machine, I was able to create the skirt and finish the extra details of the two set piece by hand. Originally, the top was supposed to be a strapless top, but I ended up adding off the shoulder, flouncy sleeves which completed the look.

"All your pieces are gorgeous!" Rose compliments as she takes in the many pieces on the rack and I beam at her with pride.

After Rose changes, I inspect the full look. She's decked out in some white strappy high heels that I owned and I nod. "Everything looks good, I just need to make some adjustments to the length of the skirt." 

I start to pull out my equipment and Rose stands still as I work on fixing the ends of the flowing material. 

"This is so great, you know," She starts to babble, "I was really sad when Vivi didn't want me to walk for her, but I'm so glad I'm walking for you now!" 

I stop mid adjustment. "Vivi?" 

"Yeah, my cousin Vivi Mallory? You might know her as Viviane, she's an intern at Mallette Designs." 

Vivi Mallory is one of Savannah's lesser known cronies. After Zoe, she was probably the next up in line to being Savannah's right hand woman. 

"How come Vivi didn't want you to model for her?" 

The usually bright girl huffs, waving a hand in dismay. "She doesn't trust me. She wanted to hire a bunch of professionals," She uses air quotation marks at the end, her face pulling into a grimace.

"I thought you said you've been modelling since you were 7?"

"I have!" Rose's arms lift and fall exasperatedly by her sides, "She never listens." She shakes her head. 

Her smile is genuine. "But no worries, I promise I know what I'm doing." 

I try to dissolve the uneasiness that bubbles inside of me. Rose is no harm, especially considering she'll be in here for thirty minutes max for a fitting and she's already shown me some of her professional modelling work from over the years. An angry knock on my door makes Rose jump and pulls me out of my thoughts in the process. 

"Are you expecting anyone else?" The brunette questions.

"My friend," I explain hastily, "I promise this will only take a few seconds, I must have forgotten to unlock the door." 

I make my way to the entrance and unlock the door to see Marco's natural unamused expression on his face. 

Without a second thought, I reach up to squeeze his cheeks between my fingers, enjoying how his lips pucker up under my grip. "Smile!"