Sorry for the delay.
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We got back to my apartment and I got changed back into the clothes I was wearing before I had the piercing. “Now wewe need to go back to work to see if they have your dress for you”
“Ok” We drove back to where my dress was being made. “Aren’t wewe coming in Lucy?
”
“No sorry I have to go”
“Oh ok” I walked in to the large building and back into the lift up to the floor my dress was being made on. “We have finished” The man alisema happily as I walked in. “Go try it on for me” I went and tried it on. I looked in the mirror it was amazing. “Wow wewe look amazing in that”
“Thank you” Then my boss walked in. “That looks fabulous on wewe and it’s a great dress. We start in here inaonyesha off your dress then we go to Italy” As soon as she mentioned about Italy it made me think of the Volturi. “Were in Italy?”
“Volterra of course” Oh crap the Volturi are in Volterra and we would be food. Well I’m not sure if they’d kill me but they’d kill everyone else. I went nyumbani and just threw myself onto my kitanda closing my eyes. When I opened my eyes again it was 8:00 in the morning. “Come on you. wewe and that dress of yours have to start touring”
“Really”
“Yes put it on” I put it on and she styled my hair for me. I found a pair of shoes that matched with it, but only just. I would have to ubunifu my own pair of shoes to go with it along with accessories. I walked outside and there was a limo. “Who’s here for that then?”
“That’s for you”
“Really”
“Yeah you’re a fashion designer”
“Wow” The door was opened for me and I climbed in. It was weird be treated like I was famous but I was going to have to get used to it. Then I noticed there was a man sat inayofuata to me. “Would wewe like some champagne miss?” Champagne whoa that’s a bit much. “Umm ok” He poured some into a glass for me and I drank all of it. I loved the taste and I’d never had alcohol before. “You look shocked”
“Yeah I am”
“Why?”
“Because I’ve never had alcohol before”
“Really”
“Yeah”
“Are wewe really that young au does alcohol not appeal to you”
“I’m eighteen”
“I was putting wewe down as sixteen”
“Why?”
“You look so young”
“That’s different to what I usually get told”
“What do wewe usually get told?”
“It doesn’t matter”
“Ok”
“I don’t know your name”
“I’m Thomas but please call me Tom”
“Ok”
“What’s your name?”
“Isabella but call me Bella”
“Ok”
“How old are you?”
“Eighteen”
“So we’re the same age. That’s good”
“Well it was nice talking to you. This is your stop I’m afraid”
“It was nice talking to wewe too” I got out and looked ahead. There were masses of people being held back kwa them police and a red carpet all the way to the door. I walked down it, people taking pictures of me as I went, something else I was going to have to get used to. My boss called me over to a meza, jedwali where zaidi people were sat. “Ok everyone this is Isabella Swan”
“Nice dress did wewe ubunifu that?”
“Thank wewe and yes I did” I sat at the meza, jedwali with the other people, we talked and ate. The chakula was amazing and so was the drink. When I walked out the building back to my limo the sky was black with the stars sparkling bright and people still had their cameras out taking pictures of me. I was driven to the airport. I presumed I had to go to Italy now. Body guards were with me until I got onto the plane. It was a private plane so I lead across the sofa and drifted away to sleep.
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We got back to my apartment and I got changed back into the clothes I was wearing before I had the piercing. “Now wewe need to go back to work to see if they have your dress for you”
“Ok” We drove back to where my dress was being made. “Aren’t wewe coming in Lucy?
”
“No sorry I have to go”
“Oh ok” I walked in to the large building and back into the lift up to the floor my dress was being made on. “We have finished” The man alisema happily as I walked in. “Go try it on for me” I went and tried it on. I looked in the mirror it was amazing. “Wow wewe look amazing in that”
“Thank you” Then my boss walked in. “That looks fabulous on wewe and it’s a great dress. We start in here inaonyesha off your dress then we go to Italy” As soon as she mentioned about Italy it made me think of the Volturi. “Were in Italy?”
“Volterra of course” Oh crap the Volturi are in Volterra and we would be food. Well I’m not sure if they’d kill me but they’d kill everyone else. I went nyumbani and just threw myself onto my kitanda closing my eyes. When I opened my eyes again it was 8:00 in the morning. “Come on you. wewe and that dress of yours have to start touring”
“Really”
“Yes put it on” I put it on and she styled my hair for me. I found a pair of shoes that matched with it, but only just. I would have to ubunifu my own pair of shoes to go with it along with accessories. I walked outside and there was a limo. “Who’s here for that then?”
“That’s for you”
“Really”
“Yeah you’re a fashion designer”
“Wow” The door was opened for me and I climbed in. It was weird be treated like I was famous but I was going to have to get used to it. Then I noticed there was a man sat inayofuata to me. “Would wewe like some champagne miss?” Champagne whoa that’s a bit much. “Umm ok” He poured some into a glass for me and I drank all of it. I loved the taste and I’d never had alcohol before. “You look shocked”
“Yeah I am”
“Why?”
“Because I’ve never had alcohol before”
“Really”
“Yeah”
“Are wewe really that young au does alcohol not appeal to you”
“I’m eighteen”
“I was putting wewe down as sixteen”
“Why?”
“You look so young”
“That’s different to what I usually get told”
“What do wewe usually get told?”
“It doesn’t matter”
“Ok”
“I don’t know your name”
“I’m Thomas but please call me Tom”
“Ok”
“What’s your name?”
“Isabella but call me Bella”
“Ok”
“How old are you?”
“Eighteen”
“So we’re the same age. That’s good”
“Well it was nice talking to you. This is your stop I’m afraid”
“It was nice talking to wewe too” I got out and looked ahead. There were masses of people being held back kwa them police and a red carpet all the way to the door. I walked down it, people taking pictures of me as I went, something else I was going to have to get used to. My boss called me over to a meza, jedwali where zaidi people were sat. “Ok everyone this is Isabella Swan”
“Nice dress did wewe ubunifu that?”
“Thank wewe and yes I did” I sat at the meza, jedwali with the other people, we talked and ate. The chakula was amazing and so was the drink. When I walked out the building back to my limo the sky was black with the stars sparkling bright and people still had their cameras out taking pictures of me. I was driven to the airport. I presumed I had to go to Italy now. Body guards were with me until I got onto the plane. It was a private plane so I lead across the sofa and drifted away to sleep.
