Dark Paradise

Chapter 21

~People are the most prettiest when about something they really love with passion on their eyes.

The glass elevator began to move up the different floors. The meeting would be on the 35th floor, this building was huge, probably one of the most tallest I've ever been in.

Having a chance to design for fashion week in New York, would be like the best thing that can ever happen to me. This was a huge opportunity, just to be featured or even asked is an honor.

I stepped out in to the abnormally quiet hall way. All I could hear was the typing of a key board, I had no clue which way to go, there were two ways to go, both long narrow glass halls. I decided to follow the sound of the clicking key board.

My heels made a sound as I made my way closer to the sound.

By the large doors was a woman typing away. She must have heard me from down the hall. She looked me up and down.

"Do you have an appointment?" She asked.

"Yea I'm here to talk with Mrs. Mi-lan." I responded. She began clicking away on her computer searching for confirmation.

"Ms. Hernandez?" She questioned.

"That's me."

"You can go in." She nodded towards the huge doors, I mumbled a thank you and walked to where she instructed. As I entered the office, five heads turned towards me. Three females and two males.

"I'm Belinda Hernandez." I said.

"Oh I've been expecting you. I'm Mrs. Mi-Lan. It's so nice to meet you." A tall lady with short hair announced she stood from her chair and shook my hand.

"It's nice to meet you too." I said, she lead me to a seat.

"I've been dying to meet you since seeing your work in London. Hopefully you'll be doing that here in New York in a few months." She declared with hopeful eyes.

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After three hours of talking about fashion, schedules and all this other stuff, it was decided my work would be featured in the fashion show. I had to make a total of 20 outfits. I've never done so many, but I'm up for the challenge. I can do this is I know so. I have 6 months to plan for it.

As soon as I entered my hotel room I fell on the comfy posh couch. The room was very quiet, I'm assuming Rosie is still out sight seeing. It was barely noon, yet I was so tired.

I was going to take a nap, but then I remembered I would call Harry when I got the chance. I pulled out my phone, not caring what time it would be back in England.

On the second ring he picked up.

"Bel, how was your flight?" He asked.

"Good, I didn't wake you?" I asked.

"No, it's barely eight here. Who's turn is it to read?" Harry asked.

"Me, you went last time. Here let me just put you on FaceTime." I grabbed my tablet and put him on the screen, he popped up, his curls looking a mess, but he looked adorable.

"Hey, you look lovely." Harry complimented

"Thank you Harry." I blushed. I grabbed my worn out book, scanning something to read to Harry.

"What would you like for me to read my dear Harry?" I asked him, I was having trouble picking something out.

"Read me the one where the girl fears she'll never find something she's good at. I like that one." He requested. I nodded and searched for the one he asked for. I cleared my throat before reading.

"I am afraid that when this life has ended I will have yet to find anything that I'm good at" She whispered, as vulnerable as ever." You're insane" I said smiling, and while I thought of a thousand things she was good at, I decided that this would be the best thing for her to hear:" You and I are a hell a lot better at drinking coffee and simply being happy, more then anyone I have ever known is good at being happy at all." I said. This was probably the fifth time Harry had asked for this writing. I put the book down and looked at him, like usual he was smiling.

"Why do you always ask for that one?" I questioned him. We stared back at each other for a few moments. His smile never faltered.

"I don't know, it explains us a bit." He answered. His response confused me even more.

"How?" I pushed on.

"Because. We kinda both thought we weren't good at something, at different times in our lives, but we did. And the happiest moments in life for me were our conversations in that tiny coffee shop. You. I can't really explain it, but you make me happy." He explained, the smile on my face broke out, I never really though that I could ever make someone happy.

"And for some reason you make me the happiest when you talk about the things you love. Your sharing what you love with me, and it makes me happy that you are. I can feel the love shine off you." He continued.

"Is that why you always ask me about work?" I asked, he shook his head, his eyes glistening a bit.

"Now did you get that job for fashion week?" He asked. I happily nodded my head yes, he cheered from his side of the screen.

"I walked in and we talked for 3 hours about everything. This is just happening all so fast, and I'm still takin it all in." I answered.

"I'm so proud." He said, we talked about half an hour about my job until I decided to ask him about his. I wanted to see the shine he told me about myself, I wanted to feel the love and happiness shine off him.

"Well I love the bakery, I'm still in shock that my old boss Barbra left it to me when she retired. I'm happy she did. I'm in a nice comfy happy point in life." Harry said, and in that moment I saw something flash through those green eyes."I'm doing what I love everyday, I'm really good at baking and well I'd like to expand the business. One step at a time." He continued. I saw that spark of passion in his eyes, in the way he talked, in the sound of his voice, I could almost even from here feel his passion. I wonder if that's what he felt when I spoke about my career. If it is, I'll ask him everyday about his job, seeing him happy made me happy.

His happiness was my happiness.