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I walked in and saw Raulf first. “Oh my dear,” he said in shock. “You look.” He could not put a word to it.
“I know,” I said.
“I know it is late but did you check a mirror before you came?” I shrugged and then burst into tears. It was not my finest moment.
Raulf passed me his handkerchief and patted me on the shoulder. “There, there,” he said. “Clean yourself up before seeing Gerald. He is having a hard time finding inspiration for his collection for the runway next week.” I nodded and pulled out my pocket mirror to try and touch up my blotchy face as best I could.
Obviously though, it was not enough for when I walked near Gerald his mouth opened wide yet no sound escaped. “I came here as fast as I could,” I said as I tried to hide the humiliation of this moment.
Gerald walked closer to me. His eyes never left mine. “You will be my muse,” he said.
“I am sorry,” I said, a little lost at his comment.
“The new collection will draw upon your darkness. The raw emotion we shield ourselves from will be on display in what we wear. No longer a fashion statement, now it will be an emotional statement.”
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