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Excerpt
The Dress
The finest ivory mulberry
silk, made by a process the Chinese developed thousands of years ago.
The most beautiful gold
lace…Venetian gold lace, of course.
People dancing in a masquerade
ball staring at her, as would their eyes be speaking to her…
Mulberry silk, Venetian
gold lace…Mulberry silk, Venetian gold lace…Mulberry silk, Venetian gold lace…
Venetian gold lace…silk…Venetian
gold lace…
Andrea Bettencourt woke
up.
The Dress!!! She knew how to make it.
Drinking her first morning
coffee made on her new Red Bialetti Moka.
Italian coffee, of course,
one of the few treasures in her daily life; feeling the sun shining from
outside, Andrea started to work on her newest idea.
The night and the stars inspired her creation, a dress that being inspired by the night, should not be blue and black, but white and gold.
Gold like the stars and
white like the light of dreams while the blue of the sky and the darkness of
the night makes us dream about things.
She had the lace
already. From her last trip to Venice,
her best friend Samantha brought her some gold lace.
“Mulberry silk, where to
find it?” thought Andrea as she was searching for it online.
“It is very expensive!”
“It is very expensive!”
Andrea used all her
savings to buy white mulberry silk.
With a Savings-less bank
account, inside of a food-less atelier, she started to work on her newest
project.
It wasn’t that she
couldn’t afford much of anything; it was that she couldn’t afford anything but to
work on her dreams.
***
A few days later Samantha
stopped by and brought her some fruits and sandwiches.
“Hi, starving artist, how
is it going?”
“I think it is great! This is the best idea I ever had. Would you like to see it tomorrow? I want to work more on it before showing it to
you.”
“Of course! I’m sure it looks fantastic!”
Andrea’s atelier was small
and had only one vitrine that she used to expose her newest creation.
The last dress was sold awhile
ago and the space was empty, decorated with drawings of her old and new ideas
and some lose pieces like a blouse and a skirt hanging on a wire, as would they
be drying, things she made once, years ago.
Samantha was her friend. Her best friend. The one that believed in her ideas. The one that could cheer her up when she was
down.
The one that was always
there for her. The one she was always
there for too, hearing her stressful work being a businesswoman in a male
world.
They could spend all night
speaking, if they wouldn’t be both so busy working and needy for sleep hours.
“Come back tomorrow and I can
show it to you,” said Andrea.
“Good, I will let you work
now.
If you need something,
just tell.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
***
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