I jump out of bed running for the toilet, barely reaching it before I start vomiting. I must have gotten sick from something I ate last night.
I flush the toilet and go to the sink, brushing the vomit taste out of my mouth before going to the kitchen.
I don't want anything heavy so I settle on corn flakes and strawberries for breakfast.
As I'm eating my phone begins ringing , making me instantly roll my eyes. I just wanted to finish my cereal.
"Hello?"
"Hey little girl, how's New York treating you?" My mother's voice says.
"Oh hi mama. New York is great! My apartment isn't the biggest but it's cozy and enough for me. When are you and dad coming to visit?"
I moved from a small town in Florida to NYC two months ago. I moved because I'm a fashion designer and I own a growing bran called Sensual, but I also work as a make up artist under Star Management. It's fun getting to meet so many celebrities and do their make up, but my passion has always been fashion.
"I'm not sure, your father and I have been discussing planning a trip for next month, or maybe December." She says. My phone beeps indicating I'm getting another call. I look at the phone and see my bosses number.
"Oh shit."
"Okay mom, I have to go. My boss is calling me. I can't wait to see y'all, I miss you and love you! Bye!"
"Bye baby, love you too!" I smile and end the call before accepting the other .
"Hello?"
"Ms. Leigh, do you realize you were supposed to be here ten minutes ago?" My bosses stern voice says.
"Oh my, I'm on my way! Give me fifteen minutes and I'll be there."
"Please hurry, the show starts in three and a half hours and you have five clients to do."
"Yes ma'am, I'm leaving now." I say running to my room. I pull on black jeans, a white flowy long sleeve top, a dark gray scarf and a black jacket before slipping on black flats.
I throw my hair in a messy high pony tail, sighing at the look.
"That'll just have to do for today."
I grab my wallet, keys, and phone and run out the door. The studio is a twenty five minute walk from here, but running?
"Maybe I can get there before my fifteen minutes is up."
I sprint down the side walk, weaving around people. Half way there I have to stop and catch my breath. My lungs burn and I feel a pain in my stomach. "When did I get so out of shape?"
I look at my watch and my widen as I realize I only have five minutes left.
I mumble profanities as I push into a full sprint again. I smile when the studio doors come into view.
"I might actually make it." I think to myself right before I run into someone. I fall to the ground with a thud, landing on whoever I ran into.
The person groans from under me, and I push myself up, seeing I ran into a young man. He's tan with dark brown hair and honey brown eyes.
"Wait.... Elijah Collin!?"
"I am so sorry! I didn't see you. Here let me help you up." I have on, trying to form an apology.
"It's fine really. I'm okay." He says taking my hand as I pull him up. I smile for a moment, looking into his eyes. Then I remember I'm late.
"Oh I have to go, bye!" I say, running inside the studio. I finally get to the elevator, trying to catch my breath and slow down my speeding heart rate.
I notice there's still pain in my abdomen, and I'm slightly nauseous. I just ignore it and walk out the elevator door, going straight to the dressing room and my make up station.
"Glad you finally made it Me. Leigh." My boss, Estella Jones, says to me as I set up for my first client.
"I'm sorry ma'am. I was here, I just accidentally bumped into someone downstairs." I explain.
"We are in the shoe business Ms. Leigh, there is no room to be late. Don't let it happen again, got it?" She says sternly. I mumble a 'yes ma'am' as she calls her assistant to get my first client.
I wait patiently for them to come, then my eyes land on him.....
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RomanceAva Leigh is a young aspiring fashion designer so close to achieving all her dreams, until one moment changes everything. *Unedited*
