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The Tuxedo Project | Fashion Week

Chapter Three | Fashion Week

                                   I never wanted to get hurt so bad especially by my own best friend but maybe because of fate we ended up to be a couple of strangers. I never heard anything from him after graduation. We had our last talk and last goodbyes before go with our own paths and find our own fortunes.

I walked along the sidewalk until I reached a grey painted building with a huge signboard labelled Rendezvous Couture with handwriting font. I stepped inside the boutique and headed to the main office.

"Good morning, Miss Evans," one of my workers, Delilah greeted me with a smile. I smiled back at her before strolling in my room and closed the door behind me with a small thud.

I placed my briefcase on my huge marble desk and shrugged off my coat from my body. A couple of knocks on the door made my head jerked up and immediately responded, "come in."

The knob of the door was twisted and revealed Delilah with a pile of documents in her hand and a tablet on the other hand.

"Miss Evans," she greeted and I nodded curtly at her.

"Delilah, just summary please. I just had a little rough morning today," I said and she nodded in acknowledgement.

"First, our manager of main couture in New York left a message twenty minutes ago. It will be sent directly to your phone. Second, your little brother, Landon called just now saying that he already called your phone but there was no answer so he left message saying to call him back as soon as you got this message," she summarised as clear as crystal and I nodded.

I checked on my phone and cursed under my breath when the battery of my phone already dried out.

"Don't worry, I've sent the message on your tablet too including the all schedules of this month," Delilah said and I sighed in relief.

"Thank you so much, Del. Is the anything else?" I asked and she shooked her head no.

"Okay, you may go now," I said and she nodded before standing up from the chair and walked out from my room.

I logged in into the company website and took a look on the schedules that Delilah sent to me. At the same time, I grabbed the telephone and started to dial Landon.

"Landon," I called.

"Hey sis, where have you been?" Landon asked from the other side of the phone.

"I'm sorry. Battery dried out and I forgot to charge last night. Where are you?"

"It's okay. Connor already came to pick me up from the airport. Are you busy? We can have lunch together this noon. I miss you," he said and I laughed.

"Oh Landon, I miss you too. I'm sorry that I didn't pick you up from the airport. Say to Connor thank you, I will treat him lunch too today. Klossers at one?"

"Yeah sure. Meet you there sis, love you," Landon beamed and I smiled.

"Meet you there bro, love you too," I said and hung up.

Landon graduated his pre-med school last month but he wanted to stay in Oregon for awhile before coming back to London. Only Landon wanted to be what mum wanted me and him to be. Mum and dad were surgeons in Prince Edwards Health Centre. Dad died when I was fifteen because of a car accident he had when he was in Oregon for health activities. Mum raised Landon and I and she always wanted me to be surgeon like her and dad but it just wasn't my passion.

Dad didn't force me though because he knows that I have passion in arts, fashions and designs. Dad built me a room for me to keep all of my designs and photos of all fashionable clothes. At first, mum was disappointed because I didn't became like what she wanted me to become but day by day, after she saw my achievements until today, she finally gives in and moved to make her wish comes true on Landon.

He was just thirteen when dad passed away. Lucky mum that Landon wanted to be a doctor or continue mum's surgeons generation. Landon got five acceptance letters from all top medical schools. For sure mum was the proudest and happiest person ever when she heard about it. I clicked on the first attachment I got from Delilah and read it.

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To: Diana Evans [ DEvansRC@ukmail.com ]
From: Hillary Justins [ HillaryJRC@nymail.com ]
Fw: Delilah Franta [ DelilahFRC@ukmail.com ]
Subject: NEW YORK FASHION WEEK

Dear Miss Evans,

Our couture just got an invitation for New York Fashion Week that will be held in Times Square, New York, USA for Pre-Summer next month. The details are listed below;

NEW YORK FASHION WEEK

You, the owner of Rendezvous Couture are invited to join us in NY Fashion Week for Pre Summer designs that will be held in Times Square, New York.

Also, there will be a competition for our new project foundered by Runaway Magazine, The Tuxedo Project. The details will be spread as soon as we get your RSVP.

Hillary Justins.
Manager of Rendezvous Couture New York Co.

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I grabbed the telephone again and called Hillary in New York. The phone was picked up after the second beep.

"Rendezvous Couture New York," the secretary greeted me.

"I'm Diana Evans. Please direct me to Hillary Justins please," I said and with a blink of an eye the line was directed to the next line.

"Miss Evans, what an honor to have you calling here," Hillary greeted and I could feel that she was nervous.

"Yeah, I supposed that Delilah was the one who will always call you," I said.

"Yes, so I supposed that you already seen the invitation card?" she asked and my other had still on the mouse, dragging to another email that Delilah sent to me.

"Yes and please send the RSVP saying that I'll be there for the fashion week," I said and the next line was silent.

"Hello," I called.

"You'll be there? I-I t-thought your secretary or your co-designer, Miss Gillis will be there instead," she stammered.

"Mrs. Justins, I'll be there. Just send the RSVP," I said again and I could even hear her nodding her head because of the sound of her earrings or maybe necklaces twinkling from the other side of the telephone.

"Sure Miss Evans. See you next month, Miss Evans," she said.

"See you next month Mrs. Justins," I said and hung up.

I know that since I've been a hectic twenty-five years old fashion designer, I didn't attend quite a lot of fashion week and just send my co-designer, June Gillis and Delilah instead but because of The Tuxedo Project that will be held, it makes me wonder and curious about what will happen and it keeps me wondering when the founder is Runaway Magazine Co.

I must take a part in this tuxedo project.