Page 29 of Saint

“We did.” Three synchronized heavy bass voices resounded around the room, reminding me of the several missed and unreturned calls I had over the last week.

Victoria

Thoroughly, I enjoyed the leisure time I’d been spending with my on-paper husband, but it felt good to get back to work. After two weeks outside of the office, I returned to the place where my heartbeat presided with new inspiration.

My spring collection would be inspired by the array of recent events in my life. The idea came to me as I was strolling along the beach near the house. The scenic views aided in generating fresh ideas that filled my sketchbook. Straying slightly from the usual covered girl style, some of the ensembles would be much showier.

There would be pieces inspired by the pink beach, the fire, and the tortoise. There would also be pieces nodding to the assumed danger of Saint. The show would progress with a transliteration of a getaway plane in the form of origami-like high fashion. Then there would be muted down pieces to resemble the peaceful vibe of the opulent house on Paramour Beach, the beach itself, and the comfort of… Saint.

Filled to the brim with creative energy, I needed desperately to express it. To ensure my ideas manifested, I held a meeting with my staff at the beginning of the day to share my inspiration. I gave them reference images to create from while informing them to be creatively free and not too literal in the designs. Everyone was excited to be creating something uniquely different from our usual safe and demure style. Some of the pieces would even be revealing, though not too much.

I wanted this project to be grand. I wanted news outlets and blogs to grab ahold of it. Excitement danced on the fringes of my mind. I was thrilled to be creating something that gave me such fulfillment. Upon our meeting’s conclusion, I got started on designing more sketches.

Seamstress assistants brought in fabric swatches to help me bring my concepts to life. Diligently, I worked my fingers until I could hardly bear it.

By the afternoon, I had a headache. Stress wasn’t the cause or anything of the sort. Already, I’d sketched out three pieces that I was prepared to share with my team, but I hadn’t eaten all day. At just after eleven, it seemed like a good stopping point. I peered at my phone for the first time since I’d begun working to find a text from Saint that made me grin.

Wyd wifey?

Saint

Without hesitation, I typed out a response and then bit my finger as I waited for him to respond.

I sketched some new pieces.

Let me see

Saint

Selecting two of my most recent sketches, I pressed send.

It’s just a starting point

Stopping for lunch now.

They look good, Beauty.

You’re so creative.

Saint

Have lunch with me

Saint

You mean get naked and

ride your dick

Mmmh.

That sounds promising

Saint

See? I’m not about to

play with you