SodapopDally
PARIS 1954
"Victoire, phone,"
"Who is it, Madam?"
"Stevens"
Victoire stood up immediately and looked herself into the mirror and fixed her hair as though Steven was there to visit her. Her face weary, but she walked with elegance and mumbles something in her mouth to practice the things she had planning to say to him.
"Good evening, Steve, yes, how are you? I'm fine, thank you for asking. Yes I understand. No, I have plans later. Couldn't we just talk about it through here? What? The Ritz? Fine.. Okay. Good day" she hung up. Fucking bastard, giving me a lot more work to do. She thought.
A story of a middle aged woman who had failed in fashion industry enough to get ridiculed by society, left by her diplomatic husband for someone younger and prettier. Struggling to live up her name in the fashion industry for it to be eternal. She went on a vacation around Asia to find style, but ended up meeting a man whom inspired her to create her own style.