I chuckled to myself, “I’m judging a fashion show, and thank you.”
“Oh, well done.” He said before adding, “I saw the crowd in front of your office on TV.Shey awon eniyen o no ise ni?
“That’s their work, to follow people around and disturb them.”
“I’m just happy you have your bodyguard. Imagine you didn’t get one. You’re the one benefiting from it now oh, buto tin se agidi. How would you have entered the office?”
I should have known he would call just to tell me he told me so about the bodyguard issue. I knew he was waiting for my response so I made a show of sighing deeply.
“I would’ve found my way,” he made a noise of disbelief, “But he made it easier so you were right.”
“Of course I’m right,” he scoffed, “Anyways, when are you coming home? Before you start, I know you can’t come soon because of the show but make out small time so we can celebrate you.”
“I’ll figure something out as soon as I can.”
He was quiet for a while, “Adira,” I hummed in response, “You’re doing well.”
“Thank you.” I couldn’t help the smile that grew and the suspicious burn at the back of my eyes.
Hearing that from his is equivalent to an, ‘I am extremely proud of you’ and ‘you brought me the moon and stars’. He isn’t an overly affectionate person but these little moments make up for it in the most amazing way. Making him proud is all I’ve wanted to do anyway.
“I’ll be home when I can.” He ended the call after that and I let out a sigh of relief. It’s good to know that one person is proud of me and what I’ve done.
I have refrained from looking at the comments on social media lately. I have been on a high since the announcement and the last thing I want is for it t be ruined by negative comments by some bum on the internet.
I’ll probably check them by the end of the day but the least I deserve right now is twenty four hours of uninterrupted bliss and happiness. It is not too much to ask for.
While still reeling from the conversation with my dad, I went to continue with my dress. I was surprised how far I was able to go with it the thought of my dad’s support at the back of my mind.
I was nowhere near done; in fact, I wasn’t even up to halfway done with it but at least I’m getting somewhere. I probably won’t be done until a few days before the event and I know that’s cutting it close but as long as I am doing it alone, it is going to take a while.
I decided to stop worrying about the outfit and started answering emails from clients and partners alike. Half of them were congratulatory emails; people saying they couldn’t wait to see me there and people telling me how proud they were of me.
The other half, like I predicted were from other fashion brands trying to convince me to wear their products to the show. Some of them sent me sketches of designs they had in their vaults. The tones ranged from entitled to pleading to complimentary. Some of them were even bold enough to say that it would be better if I wore their products rather than my own because they were bigger brands or widely accepted.
Needless to say, I ignored any email that I didn’t find nice or respectful. As for the others, I thanked them for their offers but told them I already had a brand I was representing although I didn’t mention which. They are welcome to speculate amongst themselves.
Normally, I would ask Marissa to do this but she is piled up on work because of Couture Week and the fashion show in two months and it’s just a few emails, I can handle it myself.
I was answering the last one when Nathan made his way into my office. I checked the time and was shocked to see the short hand of the clock at 4. I didn’t know answering emails took this long. I carefully shut my laptop and waited for him to settle down.
“Couture Week,” was how he started, “How are we feeling about it?”
“It feels way too close and I feel very unprepared.”
“Are you going to be there for the entire week?”
“Unfortunately I cannot, but I will be there on the final day which should be the day of the event that I will be judging.”
“How excited are you about being a judge?”
“It feels so exciting, I feel like I am in a bubble.”
“I can imagine, it’s such an honor,” he looked down at his notes and a brief, uncomfortable silence followed, “Who are you taking with you?”
“Just Marissa; she is worth a million people to me. If I have her there then I will have zero problems.”
He looked shocked by my answer. His expression was a mixture of shock and relief and I wanted to ask what that expression meant but he asked another question and I was forced to focus.
