Cafe au' latte half calf with a touch of cinnamon

[Eliyana Cipriani]

Something was nice about sitting at the cafe with a mid afternoon drink and looking over the fabric and cut specifications that were sent by Vincenzo's assistant. If I could somehow manage to find it all in one place on the first shot, although nearly unheard of, would be nice for once. I took a sip of my latte, and looked out at the street. It was nice even though it might have been a little cool. The sun felt nice and the latte was warming to my insides. I pulled out the planner from my bag and opened it on the small cafe table. Looking at it I took note that I also had to find some 3 inch, 5 strap, silver stilettos with a rhinestone by the toes. If that wasn't specific enough then I was unsure what other details could have been given.

I would have to find out where and when I was required to meet with Franco. He was a great photographer and all but he was just a pissy little princess in my own personal opinion. There was something about that man that seemed a little off as well. Then again weren't most guys. All except for my brother or at least how I suspect that he would be now. At 31 I suspect that he would be the one guy in my life that I would be able to go to for anything. I guess I still kind of did. I don't think he would know where to get the shoes at though. I smiled at the notion of me asking him and the facial expression.

I continued to sip the latte as I flipped to tomorrows agenda. A meeting with a model. Great a prissy diva that is going to tell me that she is a size 0 when she wears a 2 and I will have to get two of the same and switch the size tags. At least it is some interaction with real people that even thought she may not admit it, do appreciate my work. I love making people look beautiful. Even if their insides are as ugly as a dead fish in the sun.

[trinita]

Trinita's outfit

I fastened the strap on my left shoe before smoothing down my skirt, standing from the bed to look at myself in the mirror. I was a picture of perfection. It’s how I had to be. I could never have a hair out of place on my head, I could never have my make up the slightest bit smudged. I swear, sometimes I thought I was worse than a model, but it had nothing to do with having to be perfect for me. It was the exact opposite. I couldn’t be anything but because I wouldn’t let myself be imperfect. I had to keep as calm and centered as possible. If I didn’t, then Divinia would visit more often than I wanted her to, and she doesn’t take care of anything in her time here, so I couldn’t afford for her to visit.

“Perfect,”

[/b] I told myself and smiled as I softly heard Pace agree with me. I didn’t mind her being around for the most part. When she wasn’t in control, that is. I really didn’t like picking up the pieces of her life once she left. I loved her though. She was my baby and I’d never let anything happen to her. She had to deal with things the way she did, and if she didn’t, I never would have been able to overcome things the way I have. She was my inner peace and she always would be. “Ready to go?”[/b] I asked. I heard a slight giggle as she replied, “As always when you are, Trin!” I laughed slightly, picking my clutch up off of the curio, smiling at myself and Pace before turning and walking out of the room.

I set the alarm beside the front door and stepped outside my penthouse, pulling the door shut and taking out my key to lock all of the locks. I locked them twice, locking and unlocking and locking once more, just to make sure it was locked. Sure, it was an obsessive compulsive habit, but at least I knew they were locked. There were ten of them, so locking and unlocking them each time was as if I had thirty on my door, but it was a part of my daily routine and I stayed on it no matter what. I had to keep things in order, if I didn’t, Divinia would find herself more than welcomed to just waltz right in, which wasn’t the truth. I hated when she visited most of all. I didn’t know what I’d pick up when she was around.

I walked down the footpath toward the café for breakfast. I had been up all night with Alfonse on a new project he wanted just me to work on. I know he loved my work, but this would be the first time I’d worked on a project with an agency with just my work. I knew my work was good enough, and I felt no false modesty. I was proud of my work and it showed in everything I made. I was seated immediately upon arriving at the café and seated at my usual table. I sat down, smiling at Gilliana, the waitress, who said she’d have my breakfast for me soon. I nodded as she set down my usual cup of mocha in front of me and she walked away. I crossed one leg over the other, the rhinestone at the toe of my silver strappy stilettos glistening in the son as I let my foot bounce softly.[/blockquote]