It must be the old man's gift that he has to leave first and let the two deal on their own. Mr. Arlelle rushed up with his men to meet another business entity in a golf course. He reminded the two to enjoy on their own before he stepped away from the cottage unit exclusive for him and his family.Oneil was careful in trying to get closer to Essi. And Essi was mindful of what Oneil had to say next. But minutes passed and they were only taking their food and drinks. There was no exchange of words. But Oneil has liked their reflections in the glass. They are like the portrait of a tender young couple that has already known love only to make it stronger from this day onwards. In the glass, he saw Essi trying to hold his hand. He felt his heart warming up. He needed to look at it. Oneil found out that Essi was only trying to remove a fiber of shiny fur attached on the edge of his sleeve. "It's so obvious with the color of your shirt," Essi said. "Did you play with the

Oneil has got the best practice to bring out the most comforting disclosure to Essi about Corrine’s tactic. But he still finds his heart beating in nervousness. It is because he is sorry and guilty that a kind of issue like this arises at the fresher times of their relationship. He was silent on the bench at the left bank quays overlooking Garonne. It became a solitary moment for him as if the tourists decided to allot a space for his trembling heart. He cannot express what he feels that he is never sure how to let go of what Corrine has done by now. Suddenly, Essi comes around. Her black hair pairs with the gentle breeze in waves so slow like the green blades of a spring-end willow. “Oneil,” she called him while smiling. He got up from the bench with his enthralled eyes. Essi has proven again her powers of surprising him in the most subtle way and in the most unlikely place. He couldn’t help but call her name too. His hands are inside his pocket, he was careful on his moves. Befor

There must be something in Mansha that she even has her own people to fetch the guest interviewer. Essi stayed under the parasol outside the Click Magazine Build while looking out for Mansha's people. "How is it going there?" Oneil called while expecting that Essi must be in Mansha's place by now. "They're still not around. I need to wait for them," she answered while visiting her reflection to check if she is still presentable enough after thirty minutes of waiting. "I should send you." Oneil was about to insist but a black car suddenly arrived. "Are you Miss Estelle from Click Magazine?" a man in a suit asked. If he's wearing a casual one, Essi might compare him to Victor. "Yes," Essi said after standing.

The Grand Runway Opening is fast approaching. Geovensia is taking all the pavements just to increase the number of confirmed guests in the list. She intended to invite other fashionistas, some of them are even icons of Parisian couture, and sought for the known investors enthusiastic in the fashion industry. But she could barely make the minimum. The Leal Vêtement has already secured three confirmed guests but they have to approach others more.  "Who would have thought that Mansha would teach us to not take the shortcut?" Geovensia keeps on reminding herself that if they will go through this process, they will appreciate all the keys and holes that are always around to lead them to the better doors of opportunities. Geovensia is learning now how to reach out to key peoples. It is easy to make friends but to secure their time for the grand runway is another. Presenting to them what they could expect on the runway is a new principle she learned recently.

Leal Vetement is getting it right in preparing the fashion runway. They almost got it all. They got the production elements and even the big screens at the sides to show off different angles. Geovensia has now her bespoke models committed to their calling and have already perfected their moves among their rehearsals. She got freelancers with their professional performances to govern the main and backstage. She also has lighting and technical personnel for the overall system. She turned around and saw Essi and Victor coming in. Geovensia immediately met them halfway and hugged them. Her friend, on the other hand, looked around the Paulsson Pavilion.“It is only now that I realized how beautiful this place is.” She can barely remember who was the brilliant architect who designed this in the mid-70s. But the work of the designer’s hands is still in place. The Paulsson Pavilion is palatial in style even from the outside, signifying that it is a work of a person