Gabriella

It's been two weeks since Elle showed her face here and I honestly can't explain how happy I am that she's off my back, it may not be permanently but at least I don't have to deal with her suffocating remarks.

"Fabian, do you have any idea why the director asked for us?" I ask nervously, hoping that my recent sketch had maybe gotten to him and he approved them or at least some good news.

"So you don't even know?" He asks, making me wonder what exactly I needed to know.

"Duh silly, I just said so " I reply and If my reply was rude, screw it cause his facial expression was rude first.

"I thought you've worked in the fashion industry before?" He asks, and I could smell the sarcasm in that question, what hell does he know, idiot!

"Just get to the point, Fabian!" I snapped at him.

"Fine, miss clueless. Eliana Guitarra is coming to New York and she put out a challenge for the 

Gabrielle

"I'm on my way mom, I'm almost there," I reply in a hurry, before hanging up in frustration.

I've been driving for almost two hours just to finally meet the man my mom hasn't stopped talking about and according to her, he's the co-judge for Eliana Guitarra's fashion challenge which makes him the second in command after Eliana and apparently a good friend of my mother.

I arrived at the hotel address given to me by my mom who had been the mastermind behind this meeting. I drop my keys with the valet not even bothering to look around since I was already running late and I don't plan on squandering this opportunity for anything.

"Hey mom, I just arrived but I don't know the room number." I say to my mom as soon as she picks up and she tells me the room number and also explains what I should and should not do.

"Okay, I get it mom, thanks," I reply to her and hang up before head

Gabrielle

"I can't believe what you're telling me sweetie. That stupid child has the guts to go work for the enemy and go against her father's company? I thought she said she loved her father," Mm mom scoffs angrily after I'd told her about Ella's new job.

"That's right mom. That insignificant no good human being had the guts to actually challenge me mom, she had the audacity to try to be me again but mommy dearest mark my words, I'm not gonna let her take my spotlight. Ever!" I assure her and she smiles in satisfaction.

If you're wondering why I'm so against Ella's success, it's simply because I hate her. I hate her like I have never hated anyone.

She and my father are the people I detest the most in my life and fortunately, one of them is six feet under.

"If Ella thinks she can outshine me mom, I'll kill her because the only way she can succeed in this life is over my dead body," 

Gabriella

It's been two weeks since Elle showed her face here and I honestly can't explain how happy I am that she's off my back, it may not be permanently but at least I don't have to deal with her suffocating remarks.

"Fabian, do you have any idea why the director asked for us?" I ask nervously, hoping that my recent sketch had maybe gotten to him and he approved them or at least some good news.

"So you don't even know?" He asks, making me wonder what exactly I needed to know.

"Duh silly, I just said so " I reply and If my reply was rude, screw it cause his facial expression was rude first.

"I thought you've worked in the fashion industry before?" He asks, and I could smell the sarcasm in that question, what hell does he know, idiot!

"Just get to the point, Fabian!" I snapped at him.

"Fine, miss clueless. Eliana Guitarra is coming to New York and she put out a challenge for the best fashion houses in the country. The best collection of red carpet worthy dresses from each compa

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