away; b.e.

Chapter 112

may 11, 2021

It's been about a week since everything with Billie went down and everything has kind of died down. Of course Billie being Billie, I haven't heard from her since.

But putting all of that aside, today, Måneskin and I are releasing their album. We're having an album release party tonight and so for the entire day, me and Jessie are preparing.

"Ok Emilie, please make sure you have your outfit ready. We're leaving in two hours," Jessie says leaving my apartment.

I go into my room and change into grey plaid patterned chino pants with a black Burberry button up shirt and all black Stan Smiths.

I come out my room and Shay looks me up and down and sighs.

"Little sister, your older sister is a literal fashion designer, why the fuck are you wearing Burberry?" Shay groans.

"Because it's one of the more simpler things I have?"

She groans and rolls her eyes. She gets up from the couch and walks past me into her room. "Follow me."

I walk into her room and sit on her bed.

"I made this yesterday in class," Shay says, taking a shirt out of her closet. It was a black button down with a white rose wrapped around with the thorns wrapping around the arms.

"Woah," I say, getting up.

"Yeah I was going to give it to you before you...you know, leave, but what you're wearing right now is horrible," Shay says.

I laugh and take my shirt off and put that shirt on.

"I love it," I say.

"Now take off those shoes," Shay tells me and goes into my room and comes back in with air force ones. "Put these on."

I do so.

"Damn Shay should I hire you as my stylist?" I joke.

"And have you as my boss? I'd rather die," Shay says. I roll my eyes. "Hey can I actually ask you something?"

We walk out her room and go to the kitchen.

"Yeah what's up?" I say, opening a water bottle.

"So I'm ending school in about a year and a half and I already have enough designs to start my own line, but I need a name," Shay says.

"Well you could do just Shay Stone, could do Clothes by Shay, or also just Stone," I recommend.

"Those are alright. What about something like Piedra?" Shay says.

"Wait you know spanish?" I ask. Shay nods.

"My parents wanted me to stay close to my birth mom's culture so they got a teacher to teach me spanish from a young age," Shay explains.

"Honestly I think Piedra is a bit awkward because it just means Stone in Spanish," I say.

"What about something in like Italian since grandma is from Italy," Shay asks.

"There's Pierta which means Stone," I say shaking my head. "I can translate words all day but what do you want the name to mean?"

Shay sighs and rubs her temples.

"You know French, right? How do you say my name in French?"

"Pierre de Shay," I pronounce.

"I actually kind of like that," Shay says.