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her internal turmoil to show on the surface,
she was a mess of emotions within.
She felt unhinged and needed mooring.
Nobody was better at it than Chloé Logan,
she thought.
They had been friends since they met at
Yale University where they were both studying Art. Moving to Santa Monica was
Cat’s idea but she believed she wouldn’t have done it if it hadn’t been for her
friend’s support.
Defying Florence Bennett wasn’t an easy
feat, or everyday occurrence for that matter, and having someone in her corner
helped Catalina immensely.
Life in L.A. was a challenge and a breath
of fresh air Cat desperately needed after the stuffy atmosphere of
sophisticated Connecticut and high-end elite’s life she grew up in.
Yale was an obvious choice, a continuation
of the Bennett family generations’ long tradition and only a step from the
Choate Rosemary Hall which was a highly selective, private college – preparatory
boarding school located in Wallingford where Catalina was from.
In Santa Monica, she was a novice just
starting to pave her way to the hermetic world of photography and Chloé was a
budding model.
Her friend’s name was less refined back
then, as Cat liked to tease her about. She was simply Chloe then.
Only when she started to get more lucrative
job offers did she decide to change it into Chlo é as her private tribute
toward the French fashion house founded in 1952 by Gaby Aghion. It offered
luxury prêt-à-porter, rejecting the stiff formality of 1950s fashion houses
that had only ever produced Haute Couture for those rich enough who could
afford it.
Chloé decided she was going to be the next IT girl and the name change, slight as it was, was supposed to help her to achieve
it.
Catalina wasn’t sure how big a part it
really played in the bigger scheme of things but surely it didn’t jinx it,
boosting her friend’s confidence in the very least.
However, it was a portrait of Chloé made by
Cat that was a breakthrough in her career. Chloé often said that Cat was the
one who helped her climb up the career ladder and she would be forever grateful
to her lucky star for meeting her in the right time of her life.
Cat was equally thankful for that, since
before the other woman stormed into her life she had never had a friend.
Oh, she had plenty of acquaintances, but
not a real friend. Especially one who was as bold as Chloé and believed
that life was her oyster.
Now Catalina was looking at the other
woman, waiting for her Zumba lesson to end, wondering why people would
voluntarily undergo twenty-five minutes of this torture and pay for it on top
of it. She much preferred her Pilates routine in the privacy of her own house.
Even sweaty and out of breath, Chloé was
simply beautiful. Her long gypsy black hair was bundled up, exposing the long
and slim column of her neck. Her face bore no signs of make-up, her body was
not adorned by any jewel for obvious reasons.
Cat smiled, knowing that even her state of
dishevelment was nothing casual but an effect of careful planning. Chloé wasn’t
big on believing in coincidence, not leaving anything to a chance if she could
help it.
Usually she could, Catalina thought.
Chloé waved to her as soon as the lesson
was over and walked out of the class with a towel wrapped around her neck. Her
purple sport bra and black leggings emphasized a body rigorously kept in shape.
It made perfect sense since it was her
trademark and working tool. She was around four inches taller than Cat’s
five-feet-six, but the self-confidence that was so much a part of her was
doubling that as Cat often joked.
“I would hug you but I don’t think it would go well with your foppish dress.”
Chloé noticed and Cat laughed despite her mirthless mood.
“I guess everyone would look dapper compared to you.” She noticed and Chloé
snickered.
“Don’t make me change my mind.” She warned. “Give me twenty minutes and we can
go grab a bite. I will order something yummy because God
she was a mess of emotions within.
She felt unhinged and needed mooring.
Nobody was better at it than Chloé Logan,
she thought.
They had been friends since they met at
Yale University where they were both studying Art. Moving to Santa Monica was
Cat’s idea but she believed she wouldn’t have done it if it hadn’t been for her
friend’s support.
Defying Florence Bennett wasn’t an easy
feat, or everyday occurrence for that matter, and having someone in her corner
helped Catalina immensely.
Life in L.A. was a challenge and a breath
of fresh air Cat desperately needed after the stuffy atmosphere of
sophisticated Connecticut and high-end elite’s life she grew up in.
Yale was an obvious choice, a continuation
of the Bennett family generations’ long tradition and only a step from the
Choate Rosemary Hall which was a highly selective, private college – preparatory
boarding school located in Wallingford where Catalina was from.
In Santa Monica, she was a novice just
starting to pave her way to the hermetic world of photography and Chloé was a
budding model.
Her friend’s name was less refined back
then, as Cat liked to tease her about. She was simply Chloe then.
Only when she started to get more lucrative
job offers did she decide to change it into Chlo é as her private tribute
toward the French fashion house founded in 1952 by Gaby Aghion. It offered
luxury prêt-à-porter, rejecting the stiff formality of 1950s fashion houses
that had only ever produced Haute Couture for those rich enough who could
afford it.
Chloé decided she was going to be the next IT girl and the name change, slight as it was, was supposed to help her to achieve
it.
Catalina wasn’t sure how big a part it
really played in the bigger scheme of things but surely it didn’t jinx it,
boosting her friend’s confidence in the very least.
However, it was a portrait of Chloé made by
Cat that was a breakthrough in her career. Chloé often said that Cat was the
one who helped her climb up the career ladder and she would be forever grateful
to her lucky star for meeting her in the right time of her life.
Cat was equally thankful for that, since
before the other woman stormed into her life she had never had a friend.
Oh, she had plenty of acquaintances, but
not a real friend. Especially one who was as bold as Chloé and believed
that life was her oyster.
Now Catalina was looking at the other
woman, waiting for her Zumba lesson to end, wondering why people would
voluntarily undergo twenty-five minutes of this torture and pay for it on top
of it. She much preferred her Pilates routine in the privacy of her own house.
Even sweaty and out of breath, Chloé was
simply beautiful. Her long gypsy black hair was bundled up, exposing the long
and slim column of her neck. Her face bore no signs of make-up, her body was
not adorned by any jewel for obvious reasons.
Cat smiled, knowing that even her state of
dishevelment was nothing casual but an effect of careful planning. Chloé wasn’t
big on believing in coincidence, not leaving anything to a chance if she could
help it.
Usually she could, Catalina thought.
Chloé waved to her as soon as the lesson
was over and walked out of the class with a towel wrapped around her neck. Her
purple sport bra and black leggings emphasized a body rigorously kept in shape.
It made perfect sense since it was her
trademark and working tool. She was around four inches taller than Cat’s
five-feet-six, but the self-confidence that was so much a part of her was
doubling that as Cat often joked.
“I would hug you but I don’t think it would go well with your foppish dress.”
Chloé noticed and Cat laughed despite her mirthless mood.
“I guess everyone would look dapper compared to you.” She noticed and Chloé
snickered.
“Don’t make me change my mind.” She warned. “Give me twenty minutes and we can
go grab a bite. I will order something yummy because God
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