In The City (Part 5: Raiding The Closet)

Soundtrack: Lady GaGa - Fashion

Clara's POV

“GODDAMNIT! Where the fuck is Mirella? Anybody heard from her?” I shouted impatiently. Seriously, Mirella is a fun girl to be with, but when it comes to time like this, she sure can make me furious. “I don’t know Clara! I’ve been trying to call her phone for like, forever but all I got is the fucking voicemail!” Corrie replies frustatedly. “Look everyone just calm down, okay? TACP*, relax!” Nadine step on the scene. “Now maybe she had her reasons, or maybe she was hit by a cab, or maybe she was mobbed, or maybe she was…” “NAD! If that is your attempt to making us calm down, then you’re not doing a very good job.” Valerie’s also getting pissed now. That’s odd. Usually she’s the Zen master or something like that, our yoga trainer etc etc you get the point. “Okay, okay EVERYONE! Look, I’m gonna call her one last time, and if she doesn’t answer my call, well, we’ll gonna have to leave her even though we love her so much. Deal?” Bella finally spoke. Of course, she’s the one who’s in control of everything. Pretty handy though, when we can’t decide where we’re eating or go shopping to. She was just about to press speed dial number 6 when Mirella suddenly came bursting through the door. “SO, SO, SORRY EVERYONE! WAIT, WAIT DON’T KILL ME JUST YET! Gimme… a… moment… catch… my… breath.” She said, gasping for air. “GIRL, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? IT’S BEEN 2 FREAKING HOURS WE’VE WAITED FOR YOU HERE!” I burst out all of my emotion. Yup, between us all, I’m the one with the fiery attitude, opposite of Val. “I would explain all, but I think we’re running out of time, so can I just call you guys in 6 ways later?” I grumbled at Mirella’s response. “Fine, but you better have a fucking good explanation!”

Corrie stepped to the front, the only one standing while we’re all sitting on the couch. “OKAYYY! Now that everyone’s here, here’s what we’re gonna do today. We’re gonna use The Closet for the ball’s outfit, and here’s the department duties. Mirella, you’ll scope out the dress department. Find the dresses that you think is amazing on us all, and yourself. Bella, shoes. Val, jewelries. Nad, headpieces and accessories. I’ll be scoping out the makeup book for looks that’s gonna look amazing, and Clara will give our final mix and match a yes or no, cause she’s the classiest of us all.” “Yeah you got that right. I swear if Breakfast at Tiffany’s is real, you’ll be no doubt, playing Holly.” Nad giggled while saying that. I just giggled a little. It’s true. After all, what girl doesn’t like the blings and diamonds? ;)

The girls got to work, while I’m sitting in front of the dressing room in a big, luxurious white leather round couch while sipping on martinis that the new intern gave me. She had this total star struck face when she saw us. Huh. Guess Corrie’s telling the truth when she said that Anna told her we were “quite popular” here. Hahaha. I was about to finish the second glass when Nadinia came up to me. “Okay. I don’t know the dresses and the shoes yet, so I just picked out the cutest I saw there.” She got 4 purses, 2 small purses, a wristlet, 4 headpieces, and 3 belts. “Wow Nad, those are… FANTASTIC! I really hope we get to keep these clothes after the ball.” “Yeah, me too! Wow, it’s too quiet without all the girls here. Usually we make one hell of a noise when we’re together.” I laughed. “HAHAHA that’s totally true.” I looked around me. “It is kinda quiet here… Hey, you want something to drink? Ask that new intern… Tammy, Tanny, Tisha… TASHA! Yeah that’s her name. Or snacks, if you want to.” I offered Nad. I seriously didn’t pay attention when she said her name. Maybe I got it wrong. Oops. It’s not my fault I’m absent-minded. LOL*.

When everybody got back from their duties, they started mix and matching. I shrugged and disagree most of the time, cause the outfit that they put together isn’t really amazing. Good, but not fantastic. And it suddenly hit me. “WAIT, GUYS! Hold up a second.” I picked up the red, gorgeous, floor sweeping long Valentino gown. “This screams Corrie so bad. Now Cor, all you gotta do is pick the bag, some kind of a clutch maybe, shoes, and I think, a pair of long white diamond earrings. This gown is already beautiful without too much accessories.” The gown has a big bow detail on the left shoulder, and it has a sleek, straight cut. “OH MY GOD YOU’RE ABSOLUTELY MY HERO! CLARYCLARYCLARY I LOVE YOU!” Corrie attacked me. “Whoa, chill there girl. Don’t want to spill the martini :P” One down, 5 more to go…

IMs:

TACP: Take a Chill Pill

LOL: Laugh Out Loud

P.S.: okay i know this is like, my worst part EVER, but please bare with me, i was starting to continue this series after months in hibernation :)

In The City (Part 4: I ♥ Starbucks)

Soundtrack: Won’t Stop – OneRepublic

Mario’s POV

I was just heading home from picking up mine and Rob’s groceries. I have to admit, even though we’re the heirs to Westchester Media Company, we’re not spoiled rich kids or anything. We still walk and ride cabs, and limos are just for special events. We still do our own cleaning and grocery shopping, and no maids allowed. Although that rule didn’t apply much to Rob, since he’s kinda the ‘bad boy’ in the family. Every young and attractive maid he brought home to clean his penthouse ended up sleeping with him for extra money. I smiled a bit to myself at my brother’s abnormality. He’s absolutely a walking cabinet of STDs (NOT that he has one, it’s just a figure of speech).

As I was walking in the cold but crowded pedestal of New York, a person caught my eye. She was wearing grey beanie, turtleneck sweater, tights and miniskirt. She looks really preppy and smart, and she was walking hurriedly. I guess I was too focused on staring at her that I wasn’t paying attention to where I was walking. We collided to each other, and I dropped almost all of the groceries. “Damn!” I thought to myself in my mind. “ OH MY GOD! I’m sorry, ‘I’m such a klutz! Here let me help you!” The beautiful lady spoke to me. I said, half jokingly “That’s okay, at least I didn’t buy eggs.” I picked up my things and put it back to the grocery bag, with her helping me. When I reached my hand to pick up the Campbell’s soup, she was going to pick it up too, since it was the last thing on the ground that belonged to me. Our hands touched, and I started to get these weird feelings, like warm, fuzzy and happy inside. My blood was racing faster, my heart is thumping loudly against my ribs, I had this weird adrenaline rush and my stomach flutters. I had to hold my breath just so I won’t scream in excitement. I saw her blush and quickly took her hand away. I held in my disappointment.

We stayed silent for a moment, and suddenly she broke it. “Um, so…sorry. For knocking you over…and all.” “I told you, it’s okay.” “No, it’s not okay, I caused you enough trouble. Let me at least buy you a make-up coffee.” She smiled. My knees start to shake. Damn, I don’t even know her and she had this marvelous effect on me. “No, no, I don’t wanna be a bother. You looked like you’re in a hurry, so thanks for the offer, but no, thanks.” Oh come on! Pleasee? Just a cup?” She smiled, and used her puppy dog eyes. I was surrendering, and I don’t even know it. “Well, okay. One drink won’t hurt, right?” “GREAT! Where to…?” She pointed to the Starbucks across the street. “How about there?” “Looks good to me, come on then.” We crossed the street and got into the Starbucks.

Once we got in, we walked to the register, while I was thinking to myself what to get in here. “Welcome to Starbucks, may I take your order?” Funny, that voice sounded familiar… I looked down from the menu and saw him. “Mario?” “Brandon! What are you doing here?” I put on my best fake smile. Just when my day started really well, the middle of it turned like crap now that I saw my retarded brother. “Oh come on bro, don’t be like that! You know, I can make you pay double for that coffee you’re gonna buy.” He grinned menacingly at me. Oh, how I hate being the youngest. “Yeah, sure, whatever. I’m gonna have the mocha latte, with the foam and caramel syrup.” “Sure thing. And what’s your lovely company here is gonna have?” Oh damn, I forgot her there for a second. “Oh! Um, yeah, what are you going to have?” “I’ll have the same as you.” “Oh, okay…” I turned to my brother again. “So, it’s 2 mocha latte, with extra caramel syrup. That will be $6.25.” I pulled out my wallet, but she was faster. “My treat, remember?” “But…” “No buts!” “Okay, okay, fine.” Man, she’s feisty and fiery! I love it : D

While we waited for our coffee, suddenly I remembered something. “Sorry, what’s your name? I think we haven’t introduced ourselves before.” She giggled and said, “It’s Mirella. Mirella Conrad.” “Oh, so you’re the designer that everyone’s talking about! I’m Mario Westchester.” She suddenly gasped and talked excitedly. “Oh my God, you’re Mario Westchester! My best friend works at your dad’s company branches, the Vogue magazine. Do you, by any chance, know her? Her name’s Corrie Wildflower.” “The fashion editor? Yeah, I’ve heard of her, but haven’t talked to her or anything. She’s Anna Wintour’s golden child, let me tell you that.” “REALLY?! Oh my gosh, that’s so awesome!”

After we got our coffee, we sat near the window in the corner sofa and just started talking. She was so easygoing, fiery, and fun to talk to. Sometimes I would just stare at her and give her compliments, and she would blush lightly, with a giggle. She’s just so amazing, wonderful, and cute. We were so caught up in talking; we didn’t realize that it was heavily snowing outside. “Hey, Mario, do you happen to know what time is it? My phone’s dead and I didn’t wear a watch.” I checked my watch. “10:45. Why?” “OH MY GOD! I have to go, I’m so sorry!” She got up and started gathering her things. “Wait, where are you going? Are you late for something?” “Yeah, actually I do, I was supposed to meet my best friend at 9. I’m so sorry, I really have to go now.” She hurriedly walked out of the coffee shop and into the snowy streets of Manhattan. “Wait! Mirella, wait!” But she was already gone, lost in a sea of people. “I haven’t got your number…” I sighed and walked inside the coffee shop, spent the rest of the afternoon sipping my coffee and staring outside the window. Mirella Conrad. I’ll never forget you, and somewhere deep inside, I know we’ll meet again.

In The City (Part 3: Major News)

Soundtrack: Clarity – John Mayer

Mirella’s POV

“Let’s have some fun, this beat is sick; I wanna take a ride on your disco stick…” Ugh, shut up Gaga! I rolled to the other side of the bed, where my nightstand was, and answered my phone sleepily. “Hello?” Oh God, I sound like crap. It’s like; a frog just took over my throat. Gross! “Mir? Did you party until dawn again?” That’s the one and only, my Corrie. “No…” Shit, I croaked again. Maybe somebody did put a frog in my mouth. “Yellow?” I heard Bella’s cheerful voice answered. “Hello?” Valerie’s serious voice answered. Being a lawyer made her no fun at all. “What’s up?” Nad’s. “Yeah?” Clara’s. “Hey guys!” Corrie’s perky voice answered. Ohh, I see. She’s putting us on 6 WAY! Wow, that girl is crazy! “Gee Corrie, excited much?” Nadinia said and laugh. “Well, how can I NOT be excited, if we’re all going to the 15^th Annual Vogue Gala Ball and Dinner? Everyone was silent for about a minute. Dang, I’m pretty sure Corrie is grinning like an idiot right now. “SAY WHAT?!” All of us said in an almost unison. “Yup, you heard me chicas! So you better get your lazy asses down here to the Vogue office, because Anna’s giving you a once in a lifetime opportunity to wear the Vogue’s closet for the ball!” “HOLY SWEET MOTHER OF JESUS! Are you freaking kidding me?!” Bella lost control of her voice over the phone. “Why would I be kidding about this? It’s not the 1^st of April anyways, no point in tricking you guys there.” Silence again. “BE THERE IN 30 DARLING!” And with that I closed the phone.

I went to my closet and took out a white cashmere turtleneck sweater I got at Barney’s, paired it with my plaited grey wool skirt that I designed, and my new Gucci boots. I picked black tights, and grey beanie that I got from Saks. I love gray! And I’m making this my gray day. Hey, that rhymed! I went to my bathroom and wore my La Perla lingerie, and also brushed my teeth. I wore my outfit, and then did my makeup in a soft dusty gray eye shadow, rosy pink blush and pale pink lipstick. Perfect. I sprayed myself with the new Flora by Gucci perfume, and grabbed my gray Stam bag that Marc Jacobs specially made for me : D I checked my BlackBerry for new messages while I was changing earlier and saw a new e-mail from Corrie.

From : Corellia Amerie Wildflower (corrie.amerie@vogue.com)

To : Mirella Aria Conrad, Valerie Alvena Connormay, Mabella Ardinia Keane, Nadinia Carmelita Sanchez, Clarabell Anastacia Swan (mirellaaria@ariaela.com, valvena@brookesandco.com, bellakeane@plazahotel.com, carmelitanadine@yahoo.com, clarastacia@yahoo.com)

Subject: WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!

Okay, I’ll try this in the nicest way possible, but GET YOUR LAZY ASSES DOWN HERE! No coming later than 1 PM, cause I’ll be at the photo shoot with Zac Posen, GOT IT? Good.

Gee, patient much Corrie? I hurriedly walking off my apartment almost forgot locking it. Whoopsies. See, I cannot be put under pressure, or else I’ll be having spaz attacks. I walked really fast, nearly tripped on some people. Yes, you guessed it, I’m a klutz, so much of a klutz that I knocked over someone. “OH MY GOD! I’m sorry, I’m such a klutz! Here, let me help you!” Poor guy, he was from the grocery store, I think, and all his things was practically thrown everywhere. He chuckled and said, “That’s okay, at least I didn’t buy eggs”. He still can joke in this situation. I like that : ) I helped him picking up his things, and when we both reached the canned Campbell’s soup, that’s when our hands touched. An electric like tingle flows through my body, making my heart beats at an unusual rate and my breath shortened. I automatically looked up, and that’s when I saw him. Gorgeous, cute, and tall, about six foot five. He has a pair of deep, shy, chocolate brown eyes that made you melt when you see them. He has curly, brown, and shoulder length locks. He looks like an artist but still classy, somehow I felt like déjà vu, like I’ve seen him before, but I just don’t know where. I blushed when our hands met, and it seemed like he did too. “Um, so…sorry. For knocking you over…and all.” “I told you, it’s okay.” He smiled, a small, cute sweet smile. “No, it’s not okay, I caused you enough trouble. Let me at least buy you a make-up coffee.” I smiled. “No, no, I don’t wanna be a bother. You looked like you’re in a hurry, so thanks for the offer, but no, thanks.” Oh come on! Pleasee? Just a cup?” I flashed my kiddy grin and puppy eyes. They ALWAYS worked. “Well, okay. One drink won’t hurt, right?” “GREAT! Where to…?” Then the Starbucks across the street caught my eyes. “How about there?” “Looks good to me, come on then.” He smiled again. And I walked across the street, with him by me into the Starbucks.

Author’s note: The email adresses on the story above is TOTALLY fiction. There will be no use trying to click on the links : D

In The CIty (Part 2: That Girl)

Soundtrack: When Will I See Your Face Again - Jamie Scott and The Town

Brandon’s POV

I stomped off my dad’s office room madly. UGH! It’s just ONE TINY BIT of mess and what did I get? ONE DAY WORK AT STARBUCKS!!! URGH!!! Don’t get me wrong, I love Starbucks, and I’m not that bad at with the coffee machines like my brothers do, but WHY?! Please, I’m only drunk for one night, and it’s not I’m drunk at some cheap filthy bar in Brooklyn, right? I’m also not drunk for EVERY night, unlike that bitch Paris Hilton (Seriously, I went to a party, and surprise, surprise, she was there. She kept clinging to me, and drinks continuously. Gross. Such a waste of time.) Ugh, whatever.

I walked to the Starbucks near the building and met up with the manager. He looked like a total geek from those movies, with thick and nerdy glasses, rat-like face, and sweater made by his grandma. I swear to God, his grandma is already colorblind! The sweater is colored brown, green, and blue. Who would wear it unless you’re a complete idiot? Being the gentleman I am, the way my family raised me and my brothers, I listened to him, while inside I wanna pick him and throw him at the garbage can. Good times… good times. High school never dies. He gave me my uniform. I changed into it, and starts cleaning the counter.

While I was cleaning up the counter, I heard a customer came in. I pretend I didn’t hear whoever came in and continue cleaning the counter. Then I heard somebody clearing her throat. A girl. So I turned around and saw her. WOW was the only reaction I could made in my mind. She was wearing a simple black dress, and a pair of ankle boots. She also carries a BlackBerry in her hand, and a Chanel purse. Okay, I swear I’m not gay, but after a while, being in my world will make you notice stuffs like that. I could smell faintly in the air the sweet scent of Chanel No. 5. I absolutely love when a girl wear that perfume. It was my beloved mother’s favorite perfume, and wearing that scent always reminds me of her, and made the girl’s total look classier. She was a brunette, with long, wavy hair, and her eyes were so brown you can’t tell if it’s really brown or black. “Can I help you?” I broke out of my trance before I scare her. She must think I’m a freaking pedophile by the way I was staring at her. “Um, yeah, I would like a vanilla latte, low fat milk, skimmed, and please don’t throw away the foam. Every other Starbucks always throw them away, which I hate ‘cause I LOVE them.” I chuckled. Not every day a girl like her, with an almost perfectly toned body will ask for foam in Starbucks. Still, she did order low fat milk, right? “Sure. 1 latte coming up”, I replied to her, and without realizing I winked at her. Holy crap! I didn’t even know her name and I already flirted with her?! I won’t blame her if she doesn’t come to this coffee shop EVER again. Well, there goes my chance of knowing her.

I prepared her drink quickly; making sure it has every bit of her specifications. I wrote on a paper napkin my apologies for being such an ass and flirted with her when I don’t even know her, and told her that I would do whatever to make that up to her. I wrote my office address on it, and gave it to her along with the coffee. I don’t believe in giving your cell number to strangers, cause with a family rep that as mine, MANY, boy do I say many will trouble come (don’t ask why I know this). “Thanks”, she said while flashing her dazzling smile. I could feel my legs get shaky. “No problem. It’s not every day a pretty lady like you comes here”, I said without thinking, ARGH FUCK IT! I just flirted with her again! That apology was no use at all. She giggled and I swore I saw her cheeks getting a light shade of pink. WHOA WHOA. Did she just BLUSHED ‘cause I flirted with her? BOO YAH! Score for Brandon! She was walking away to the door, her hair moving in the same direction as her hips. Come on man! This is your only chance! I grabbed her wrist, softly, not hurting her but enough to stop her from walking away. “Wait!” she turned back to me and I said, “I’ll see you around?” “I dunno. Maybe if you’re lucky, you can”. And with that, she walked into the taxi that was waiting for her, while I just stood there, grinning like an idiot and millions of thoughts racing through my brains.

In The City (Part 1: The Day)

Soundtrack: Accesory - Jordyn Taylor

Corrie’s POV

I groaned heavily as I rolled off the bed and turned off my freakingly loud alarm clock. Ugh… I hate my mom for that. Last Christmas, she gave me this stupid alarm clock and I have to use it or else my dad will start giving me a speech about appreciating other people, and blablabla (Trust me, I did forget once, and it was NOT a short lecture, or in this case, speech.) I looked at the clock and start to panic. “SHIT!” I hurried to my extra huge 3 m² closet. Valerie always say how lucky I am to actually got this kind of apartment, well now’s not a great time to be thinking about lucky.

I pull out my Phillip Lim black dress (I just love LBDs) with a fishnet tights, a pair of Bottega Veneta black ankle boots, and a lace and diamantes headband Mirella made for me. I brushed my teeth quickly, and start doing my makeup. I do my eye makeup in a simple winged liner, and mascara. I brushed my cheeks in a rose pink blush hurriedly, and put on some red Lancôme plumping gloss. I grabbed my red winter coat from Primark (a gift from Clara when she modeled it) and my Chanel 2.55 purse (I’m a total fan of these. I have like, 20). Last touch before I leave, I put on my Chanel No. 5 perfume, then get out of my apartment and locked the door.

I took a lift downstairs, and ask the doorman to get me a cab. He called them up and lucky me, one stopped immediately. “The Westchester building, please”, I said, ordering the driver. He nodded, and starts driving. “So, you work at what magazine?” ”Vogue, actually. I’m Corrie Wildflower.” “Ah, the fashion editor?” I looked at him suspiciously. “Yes… Why?” “God, my wife can’t stop talking about how brilliant you are, and blablabla. Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against you, but the way she said it, it’s like you’re a goddess or something like that.” I blushed a little at the compliment. “Please say to your wife thank you for the compliment. It really does mean a lot to me.” “No problem. I’ll give her the message.” “Oh, can we stop at Starbucks near the building? I really need a good dose of caffeine right now.” “Okay. But please make it quick, or some other people might take over this taxi.” He said chuckling. I can’t help but to smile a little. Soon after that small talk, he stopped at the Starbucks. “Here you go. The Starbucks!” I laughed and get inside.

It seems like today’s my lucky day. The line is EMPTY, no joke. Usually, some people in boring office suits will fill up this place, ordering coffees to keep them awake at work. I walked to the register, and saw someone cleaning up the counter. I cleared my throat and he turned to me. WOW. INSANELY CUTE GUY, LESS THAN A STEP, IN FRONT OF ME!!! OMG OMG OMG!!! “Can I help you?” he said, with a gorgeous smile. “Um, yeah, I would like a vanilla latte, low fat milk, skimmed, and please don’t throw away the foam. Every other Starbucks always throw them away, which I hate ‘cause I LOVE them.” The god-looking-almost-perfect guy chuckles, and said, “Sure. 1 latte coming up.” with a smile, and a wink. OMG, HE JUST WINKED AT ME!!! This is absolutely the luckiest and the best day of my life! He wear a simple, black and bold frame glasses, but that doesn’t make him look like a nerd, that just made him look… cute. Like a well educated, intelligent, nice boy, and it looks like he’s coming from a good family too.

2 minutes later, my latte is done. He gave it to me, with a paper napkin. I swore I saw something written on it, assuming it was his phone number. “Thanks.” I said, while smiling. “No problem. Not every day a pretty lady like you comes here.” I giggled and starts turning away, making my way to the door. I could feel myself blush a little by his compliment. Suddenly, I felt somebody grabbing my wrist. “Wait!” I turned back to him. “I’ll see you around?” he said, with a hopeful smile. “I dunno. Maybe if you’re lucky, you will.” I said, winking to him as I walk out the door.

In The City: Characters and Preface

Characters:
Corellia Amerie Wildflower
Mirella Aria Conrad
Valerie Alvena Connormay
Nadinia Carmelita Sanchez
Marbella Ardinia Keane
Clarabell Anastacia Swan

Brandon Edward Westchester
Mario Charles Westchester
Robert Anthony Westchester
Alexander Victor Huntington
Nathaniel Andrew Wemberley
Marco William Carlson

Preface:
New York City. It can destroy you, yet it also can make you huge. The city that can make you, or break you. In this story, you’ll follow these girls as they try to stay and make it big in there. Will they succeed? Or will they be blinded by the glitz and glamorous life of the city?

Hi :)

Soo, I'm Jasmine, or Jessy as you know it. This is my story blog, for my life blog, you can go to http://jesleejasmine.blogspot.com. I will be posting my stories here, the first one is called The City, and it's a series, so I hope you like it :)