Page 69 of Last Letters to Ara
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Lou left about an hour ago for her shift at the café and I’ve been working on the sketch of her outfit ever since. I cracked open a bottle of wine, got my favorite Fleetwood Mac album going, and lost myself to creativity. It’s nearly finished. A few years back, I fell in love with this beautiful cyan material, but I couldn’t explain why because it issonot my color. It’s been sitting with my other unused supplies ever since, waiting for the perfect project.
Lou is that perfect project.
As I sketch out the design, I know exactly what it was meant for. Cyan is the perfect color to bring out Lou’s eyes, and I have just enough to make her a three-piece matching power suit.
The material is one of the most unique I’ve ever seen. It’s a thick, yet soft satin, featuring delicate floral jacquard designs throughout. The jacket will be tight fitting and tapered at the waist to accentuate her generous shape. The pants will be fitted around her waist and backside, flaring out mid-thigh to enhance her curves and small waist.
However stunning both those pieces will be, the bustier top will be the main event. Made from the same material as the other pieces, the cups will be perfectly sized for her generous breasts, keeping just enough to the imagination. I will add the boning in a V-shaped pattern to make her waist look even smaller and add structure to the top. It will end just above the waistline of her pants, leaving just about an inch of skin on display. Sinful, yet elegant.
My phone alerts me from the other room with my favorite sound. I drop my pen and dash to retrieve it. No point in acting cool when there’s no one else to observe me acting like a love-sick schoolgirl.
Theo: I better not be getting any new pop-ups when you return my laptop.
Ha.
Me: New?
Theo: ;)
Theo: Sorry for taking off earlier. How did it go?
Me: Really well. I already got the fliers up around the store.
Theo: Now you can add graphic design to the list of your many talents.
Me: Ha. I’m not sure how long that list goes.
Theo: I’d love to find out ;)
Me: Lots of winky faces recently. Trying to tell me something?
Theo: I believe that it’s you who needs to tell me something.
Me: Why is it one-sided? You haven’t said much at all.
Theo: I don’t need to.
Me: And why is that?
Theo: Because I went to one-hundred-and-sixty-three places that serve coffee and food. And I don’t like coffeethatmuch.
Me: Stalker.
Theo: You’re deflecting.
Me: I am not.
Theo: Textbook denial.
I’m trying to figure out what to type that won’t sound like more denial when I get another text from Theo.
Theo: It won’t hurt to tell me, I promise.
See, that’s where he’s wrong.
Me: You can’t predict the future.
