Here's chapter 3! Enjoy! :)
Then I picked up some accessories for the boys. It was harder to shop for them then it was for Rosalie. So this took only one run to the car. Each thing I picked for them made my heart grow smaller. I was deep in my thought when something called my attention.
Wow! A nicely set window with some very nice light colored clothes.
The boys would love this! I am in heaven; or maybe a five star hotel in hell. I thought
I went in. A tall brunette walked towads me screening me from head to toe. I supposed she thought I didn't have money to buy even a pair of socks at that store.
Oh, if she only knew. I thought
Not that she could make any comment on my clothes. Or should I say my art? I prefered new ascending designers because that was when they were at their hightest level of artistic inpiration. I was wearing a black dress made of a light fabric with some tiny very detailed handmade designes made out of gray and back shiny crystals, some jeans, a thick black belt over the dress and a pair of shiny black shoes with a bow on them. It had fashion statement to it. Different from the window which had plain but very elegant clothes just the type Emmett loves. She greated me from under her breath with a touch of an arrogant tone. I din't bother to answer her greeting.
I sort out five shirts, 4 sweaters and pullover, 6 pair of jeans, a cap, 2 belts and 7 T- shits, she kept on staring at me never worring to be awfully nice. I didn't need to have Edward's gift to know that she still though I was shopping at the wrong store.
Maybe I was! I had never shopped at this store before. What was the name of it again? Some three letter store that was now popular among teenagers. I don't care they had what Emmet liked. I also found some jeans for jasper and some khaki pants.
The salesgirl decided she would talk to the manager because she was begining to think I was mad and would break her store - I could if I wanted to. If I pressed the hangers a little harder they would turn to nothing beneath my fingers. That wasn't the funniest part though, the part that amused me. I was delighted when I saw the image of the manager in her near future. Angelina. What a small world!
Let her talk to Angelina. This would be interesting. I grinned at the thought of Angelina's face when she saw the troublemaker.
The sales girl took a deep breath as I set some more clothes aside for jasper and some white clothes for Carlisle, and walked towards the back going to call reinforcement. It wasn't long before Angelina was out. She came towards me looking and my pile of clothes which was even bigger now. A smirk wih wouldn't last long on the girl's face.
When Angelina saw me and recognized me at once, of course - I was the one who got her the job at the gown store she was a designer who had just come from London at the time, not that much had changed she wasn't famous yet but someday she would be - An image flashed through my mind. The sales girl in a tiny trailer two room home. Seven figures were all crumpled in the small space, a fat shirtless man shouting at her. She was crying and a holding a blue note, on her hands. The trailer house was very humble; not to say worse. The fat man raised his hand and flung it on her across the face. I tightened my fists.
This beautiful girl, with all her arrogace led a miserble human life and needed the job very much. She had though I wouldn't be able to buy a sock at that store, and here I was looking at her reality. I couldn't help feeling sad with all her poverty. Disgusted for the monster she had to live with, sorry for her.
This beautiful arrogant human girl. Would be fired. Her faith was in my hands.
Alice Cullen, It's an honor to have you here Angelina said with a very cheeful and delighted voice.
Angelina isn't it nice to see you. And look at you! You look great! I didn't know you weren't working with Pierre anymore. I managed not to make my voice it's normal high pitch.
Yes, Pierre. He is fine but I was offered a better position here. I am saving money to open my own atelier. It's great to have you here, Alice. I still couldn't thank you enough for what you did for me, helping me find my first job almost two years ago. You were so nice when we met in London and you -
Stop Angelina you can't you don't have to thank me thank yourself and your charisma I glanced at the girl. She also would blame her charisma - or better her lack of charisma - for her own desaster.
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