One day

Chapter 24 Part 1 ~Dress hunting time!~

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I am awoken by my mother who is smiling down at me cheerily. I close my eyes groaning, just when I actually fell asleep.

“Come on, dress hunting time!” She says in a sing song voice and I envy at how cheery she can be when it’s 1 in the morning back home. I guess she has been doing this for the past few months with filming so she’s probably used to getting accustomed to different time zones quickly. I hit her with a pillow. Getting up grudgingly, I mumble about jet lag before grabbing a towel and heading to my shower. Once I’m done I feel a little more awake, although I still yawn every five seconds. Putting on a coat of makeup I hope it will hide my bags from my sleep deprived eyes. Last night I was tossing and turning all night, no matter how comfy the bed is I just wasn’t tired, now I am. Lastly I add a coat of some light pink lipgloss to my lips. I peak out of my curtains, towel still held up around my body and see it’s drizzling with rain. I groan, perfect, just suits my mood perfect. I open my suitcase and pull out some white skinny jeans pairing it with a black singlet. I pull a big grey, black and white speckled jumper over the top and some grey UGGs on my feet. I know that I’m in LA but I have no desire to dress nicely, if it’s cold outside I will wear whatever I please. Plus I’m tired and want to be comfy. I pull a white woollen circle scarf over my neck and a matching beanie over my head letting my blonde hair fall over my shoulders underneath it. I might be a little to wrapped up, I mean it’s raining not snowing. Lastly I put on some rings and grab a grey handbag from my suitcase. I shove my phone and some sunglasses inside, along with my purse before exiting my bedroom and entering the kitchen. My mum is leaning against the kitchen counter texting on her phone, I take in her outfit. A black and white striped top with a black jacket over with sleeves only coming down 3/4 on her arms. She has a tight black skirt with stockings and some black boots. Grabbing a croissant off the table I put some jam in before taking a bite. Damn it’s seriously hot in here, maybe I should go change after all. I shove the last bite of croissant in my mouth and turn to walk back to my room to change into something cooler but my mum grabs my arm linking it with hers.

“Come on we have appointments to make.”

“Appointments?” I question as we enter the elevator and begin to move down.

“Yep, do you know how many fashion designers want to work with you?”

“Uhh-”

“So first we’re going to visit Marc Jacobs.” She claps her hands and I look at her wide eyed.

“As in Daisy perfume designer Marc Jacobs?”

“Yep! But first, Starbucks run.” As the elevator doors open she ushers me out and we go into the street where the doorman holds us an umbrella while our car is being delivered. After a few minutes of awkward silence the Bentley is driven up to us and we get inside, driving to meet the fashion designers.

“Mum this looks like a wedding dress.” I complain as I step out in a white dress the has a lace bodice only to flare out excessively at the waist. This is one of the last designers for the day and it’s safe to say I haven’t found one dress that screams pick me. The only successful dresses we’ve found are less classy ones to wear to the after parties. At first I was extremely shy at saying I hated the dresses but by now I’ve been standing for hours and that mixed with a sleep deprived teenager doesn’t exactly mix for something good. I’ve been snappy and far too honest, I can even tell my mum is getting fed up.