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phone out of his pocket and checked the time. “They are a little late, actually, but that’s not unusual. I’m guessing they’ll come around six.”
“But I thought they’d come this afternoon.” I couldn’t hide my disappointment.
“You know how these designers are – they say two o’clock then don’t show up until six. Or sometimes these things go on into the night.” He shrugged.
Anxiety shot through my stomach with a sharp pain. “I can’t do that.” The words jumped out of my mouth before I could stop them. I had to be back to the hotel before Jesse. I simply couldn’t stand him up a second night in a row.
“No problem, do what you need to do to be with your boyfriend but these people don’t have a very flexible schedule.” Gio gave me a sidelong glance, studying my reaction to his words. Then, with an expression I couldn’t read on his face, he cocked his head to the side he changed the subject, “Are you planning on staying in California when you go back to the states? It’s not the best location for fashion, you know. New York is more prominent for fashion.”
“That’s true, but I have to go back to California first and then who knows what the future will bring. I do love New York City. I was just there with Jesse. We stayed in the fashion district; it was the most wonderful experience. I loved every minute of it.”
“I’m going back there again, in the spring. You should come. I have meetings with some designers and a couple modeling agencies. If you are serious about getting into the New York fashion scene, I might be able to help you.”
“I appreciate that, but why me? You haven’t even seen any of my work, yet.” I honestly didn’t understand why he was so adamant about helping me when I was a mere student.
“I know that you’re good because Keely taught you and she said good things about you. But to me that’s not important. What’s important is what’s inside. The spirit, the glow, the artist inside of you is so strong, the way you move, the way you talk, the drive you have, it springs from you. I want to hear everything about you. I want to hear about your family, how you grew up, all those things, because all of that made you into the unique person that you are.”
Oh damn . I knew it. All of those little innuendoes, little flirtations they were come-ons. All he wanted was to get in my pants. I wonder how much of what he’d said was even true? Does he really know Franco Delmonte, or any other designers for that matter? He hasn’t proven anything yet. There probably isn’t even an appointment today – with any designer, let alone a famous one. First they were supposed to be here early, now they probably won’t show up until after six. He knew I had to leave by then. Suddenly I felt stupid for being so naive, lured in by good looks and a charming Italian accent. I was such an idiot.
I opened my mouth to speak but before I could say a word the door swung open with a loud bang. A boisterous entourage of people swooped in, swarming around a distinctive looking man in the center who seemed to be directing everyone else, barking out orders in Italian, waving his arms with strategic gestures high in the air. Everyone was talking at once. There were a few models with their makeup artists and hair stylists, the man I assumed to be Franco and his assistants, and a sophisticated blonde woman I would later learn to be the modeling agent. I stood there, with my mouth hanging open, as they all greeted me and Gio with kisses on the cheek.
He was for real and it was all happening on time after all. A wave of relief washed over me as I realized I would be able to take a peek at Franco Delmonte’s new collection, see him in action and still make it back to the hotel in time for my evening with Jesse.
Soon everyone was involved in the photo shoot and Gio was scurrying around the studio like the Mad Hatter, trying to get everything in place. Before I knew it, my first day as
“But I thought they’d come this afternoon.” I couldn’t hide my disappointment.
“You know how these designers are – they say two o’clock then don’t show up until six. Or sometimes these things go on into the night.” He shrugged.
Anxiety shot through my stomach with a sharp pain. “I can’t do that.” The words jumped out of my mouth before I could stop them. I had to be back to the hotel before Jesse. I simply couldn’t stand him up a second night in a row.
“No problem, do what you need to do to be with your boyfriend but these people don’t have a very flexible schedule.” Gio gave me a sidelong glance, studying my reaction to his words. Then, with an expression I couldn’t read on his face, he cocked his head to the side he changed the subject, “Are you planning on staying in California when you go back to the states? It’s not the best location for fashion, you know. New York is more prominent for fashion.”
“That’s true, but I have to go back to California first and then who knows what the future will bring. I do love New York City. I was just there with Jesse. We stayed in the fashion district; it was the most wonderful experience. I loved every minute of it.”
“I’m going back there again, in the spring. You should come. I have meetings with some designers and a couple modeling agencies. If you are serious about getting into the New York fashion scene, I might be able to help you.”
“I appreciate that, but why me? You haven’t even seen any of my work, yet.” I honestly didn’t understand why he was so adamant about helping me when I was a mere student.
“I know that you’re good because Keely taught you and she said good things about you. But to me that’s not important. What’s important is what’s inside. The spirit, the glow, the artist inside of you is so strong, the way you move, the way you talk, the drive you have, it springs from you. I want to hear everything about you. I want to hear about your family, how you grew up, all those things, because all of that made you into the unique person that you are.”
Oh damn . I knew it. All of those little innuendoes, little flirtations they were come-ons. All he wanted was to get in my pants. I wonder how much of what he’d said was even true? Does he really know Franco Delmonte, or any other designers for that matter? He hasn’t proven anything yet. There probably isn’t even an appointment today – with any designer, let alone a famous one. First they were supposed to be here early, now they probably won’t show up until after six. He knew I had to leave by then. Suddenly I felt stupid for being so naive, lured in by good looks and a charming Italian accent. I was such an idiot.
I opened my mouth to speak but before I could say a word the door swung open with a loud bang. A boisterous entourage of people swooped in, swarming around a distinctive looking man in the center who seemed to be directing everyone else, barking out orders in Italian, waving his arms with strategic gestures high in the air. Everyone was talking at once. There were a few models with their makeup artists and hair stylists, the man I assumed to be Franco and his assistants, and a sophisticated blonde woman I would later learn to be the modeling agent. I stood there, with my mouth hanging open, as they all greeted me and Gio with kisses on the cheek.
He was for real and it was all happening on time after all. A wave of relief washed over me as I realized I would be able to take a peek at Franco Delmonte’s new collection, see him in action and still make it back to the hotel in time for my evening with Jesse.
Soon everyone was involved in the photo shoot and Gio was scurrying around the studio like the Mad Hatter, trying to get everything in place. Before I knew it, my first day as
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