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itting wa

oHo for three months - white walls, big windows, racks of fabric, mannequins. It looked exac

uge kitchen, wearing only black pants and a white t-shirt, his hair still wet from the shower. H

, my legs bare, drinking his coffee. "I want you to

scary when you are

ave no

e arrived. With V

Jake. She always needs

dress, white Louboutins, white Chanel bag. Her hair was newly blonde, extra extensions. He

mall! But cute! In Paris is everything this small?"

as looking for dirt. She was wearing navy, perfect, expensive, cold. She looked at Alexander's jac

hat jacket? That's K

nder's," I

mouth fe

xander Knight's? You... yo

t night. After you m

toria's face

d down at the floor. He couldn't e

my hands like a real Parisian

ha

ing. This is Paris way. Or did you th

ke. "Jake, you...

see what his wife will wear when she marries him.

ed. "Isabell

you were nice when you watched me b

the corner, leaning against the

st

ander Knight. Jake stay

e out in white lace underwear - Victoria's Secret, pus

just picked up m

ms

ittle black book. 34-28-36. Fake. All of it fake. Her br

r. "In Paris, we have a word for bodies like this. Over-d

hat mean?" C

look like you

orward. "Isabella,

has bad taste, we tell her. Otherwise she looks bad and we lo

ria s

the rack. It was white, huge, heavy. Not muslin like normal. I

ep

ed in. I zi

saw herself i

he sc

this? WHA

eeves - so long they covered her hands, like a child. A huge, puffy skirt - so huge she couldn't see her feet, like a c

l from 1800. Not for a 26-year-old w

as a

cried, turning, trying to move. She couldn't move. The skirt was so he

means covered. Pure means no skin. You said you wanted everyone to see you as pure after... after what h

nt red. Victor

ht now! I want sexy innocent!

00,000 buys when you hire a designer you betrayed. You thought I would make you beautiful, Chlo

tighter. Just a li

g her!" Victoria shouted

step. He didn't touch her. He just stood.

er. You pay her. You will wear what she says. Or I will call Richa

rs this time. Because she couldn't breathe, co

loe, it's... it's okay, it's just the fir

on't touch my work with hands that touched m

hand back like

loe stand there, trapped, crying, in front of everyone. I

in her underwear, sweaty, mascara runni

her a s

, Chloe. Every fitting, you will come alone. No mommy. No Jake. Just you. And you will wear what I give you. A

sobbing, hol

y i

you, Isabella... y

your boyfri

SABELLA! YOU

mil

of my atelier. You are

ollowed, but at the door, he looked back at me. His eyes

d said, "You chose

l

closed.

nst the wall. He had watched everything

hispered. "You

was scary in d

threw it on the table. He took my hands - my hands that had just tor

ou told the truth. That

hate me

dress. And she will still pay you $100

is hands on my waist.

iet. Not a command. A question. Th

odd

e wear your t-shirt again.

nd carried me out of my own atelier, past my mannequ

were waiting for their car,

hey saw Alexan

twisted with

other's pearls now fix

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