“I don’t either. Unless I have a dinner or some sort of outing for the magazine.” I replied and understood what she meant. This career has taken up so much energy from me, but it was worth it. “My life revolves around this.” I acknowledged with my finger. I arch my brow in surprise as Harleen mentions that she used to tend a bar. I would have never guessed that she would do that. Of course I wasn’t judging at all, however I just found it strange. “A bar? How was that?” I couldn’t help but be more curious about her. “Well, yes events such as galas and charities would require going back home. But unexpected dinner dates or grabbing a drink after work wouldn’t. I go about what the reader’s suggest and most women have been avid about that.”
Fortunately to my relief she laughs at my jest. “You passed with flying colors and from what I saw you are the right amount of knowledgeable, nowadays new brands and designers are coming from left and right. It is hard to keep up- even for me.” I smirked. “That is a good thing. I am not a believer in wearing something once. That is just a waste of fashion for me. The designer spent months trying to create something and for the consumer to just wear it once is not at all sensible My advice is to make it different by pairing it with new accessories or shoes.” I took notice of her blush when she confessed about her night wear. “Well, no one will see it so its okay.” I whispered so that no one of my staff would hear me.
“Violet!” Claude called out and came running from the dressing room. “We have a problem.”
I sighed. “Naturally, what is it?”
“The model is not feeling well and almost puked on one of the Burberry coats,” Claude held up his hand to me to calm me down. “but Jess managed to get the trash bin within her reach. The problem is that she is not up for this, we need someone else.”
I laughed softly at when she gestured at the studio. “I can’t imagine how consuming your work must be. Seems like we’re both on call in some way or another.” When she looked surprised at my having tended bar, I gave her a little shrug. “I did it all through college to help pay my way through. I loved it. I enjoy talking to people, listening to them, and mixing drinks and coming up with new ones is a great amount of fun.”
I pursed my lips at the mention of unexpected dinner dates or after work drinks. It wasn’t a bad look, it was just one of resignation. “I’m afraid that those types of activities for me and my fiancé are relegated to the family room when he gets the chance.” I smiled at her. “It’s the nature of the job. We’d both rather be barefoot and in jeans anyways.”
I smiled again at her compliment. “Thank you. I agree with what you’re saying. I just can’t think of wearing something once and once only. I have to admit that I have one or two fancy dresses that haven’t seen too many galas, but they’ll make it back out some day, provided I still fit in them. I think switching up accessories is the easiest thing for someone to do. I keep thinking of how men could change out their tie and the same suit takes on a different feel.”
I blushed a little more deeply at how my mouth seems to take a life of its own, but that disappeared when Claude entered the room. I looked from his face to Violet’s. The mention of the model being ill caught my attention. “She’s not feeling well? Is there something I can do?” I was a doctor, at least, and being there seemed to be a good coincidence.