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Friday 27 March
The show is on! Everyone's ready. They are buzzing about it. The other girls from the first designers new look are on first, before us, my set and I will end the show. It's so exciting. You can hear the music and feel it thumping through the floor. It is curling my stomach and making it feel hungry.
The girls strutted out in some of the highest heels I've ever seen and some of the shortest dresses - that's why I love fashion!
Once they finished I gulped for some air as the wonderful hats passed me by before my Italian guys entered the ring. It was like a baying mob ready to pounce on anything weak and whistle at anything sweet or to their taste. It was really scandalous!
Fernando took his top off! I covered my eyes. Very childish - I know but I couldn't help it. I have always automatically done that since I was twelve and it happened the first time. I don't want to talk about that now though. The other guys strutted out and took off their shirts as if it was perfectly normal and part of the show. I covered my eyes with my hand, looking through the slits, it was all going so terribly wrong. Suddenly a cheer came up from the audience and I peeked round the wall to see what had happened. They started cheering even more and I realized they loved my pieces. They were clapping and applauding for me to come on. The applause was ringing in my ears, Even when I was on the train home.
As I stepped out on the stage with my new heels funded by selling the clothes in the boutique. They were purple or magenta with red souls and were yellow on the inside. I smiled my widest and whitest toothy smile (I think because of the fab toothpaste I've been wearing), we all bowed which was quite dramatic. They brought down the curtains which circled the stage 180 degrees.
The audience gasped as the lights went out. It was getting darker now so we were thrown into the darkness of pitch black escapism apart from the sunset which was really magical. All the models gasped and sighed, and we hugged and kissed as I handed them all out teddies, flowers and a bottle of wine each for helping me out and putting on such an incredulous show.
The curtains rose up and the crowd roared as the models raised their hands to the world. Fernando smiled at me and winked again like that first time we'd met. It was like slow-motion to me. I felt like my own song was playing, a piano concerto of my life so far. it was so beautiful, peaceful, energetic and soulful. It made my heart pound faster, my jaw dropped and I sighed.
Edward was sitting in the front row, watching me lovingly. He waved his hand coolly and smiled at me. Tears filled my eyes as Fernando abounded me with flowers and kissed both cheeks as I still stared at Edward.
He whispered in my ear, "I know you love him," and then Fernando wandered off to hug a man I hadn't seen before who had been sitting behind Edward. They embraced and Fernando snogged him! That's why he took off his shirt, he was trying to show off to this new fella. I should have known, it always has something to do with men in the end.
Edward walked up to me, smiling like an angel. He opened his arms and hugged me - I was so pleased. I was surprised.
"Why did you do that?" I asked.
"What's with all the questions?" he cupped his hands round my face and kissing me softly, the crowded grew up a cheer as my song crescendoed in a way I couldn't explain.
I couldn't speak, "I!"
"Shhh!" Edward put his finger to my lips, "Listen..." he turned and I could see them now, sitting on the back row though now they were standing.
A string instrument section and a classical choir, my favourite and they were playing the most beautiful song I'd ever heard.
"It's our song!" he smiled, still holding my face he rubbed his thumb on the side of my jaw and kissed me again.
We embraced.
"I will always love you," he sang to me, "Till my dying day!"
It was such a beautiful song I started crying, I couldn't help it. It was all so soulful and cleansing, I hadn't felt like this since I got over my last relationship.
I never knew he could sing, he was so talented.
I had finally got my breath back, "What do you do?" I asked quietly.
"I'm the son of a laird and I will inherit his estate when I'm older."
"A laird!?" I gasped.
"Yes."
"I thought you had a job - your card!?"
"I know, I'm sorry about that but I couldn't just tell you, then I'd never know whether you just wanted me for my money or not. Although a business man would be quite wealthy, it's not like my life. Would you come to events in the local village with me back home in England? You see I am only here for some business transactions, you see I run a local charity for kids with learning difficulties in my village, hopefully soon yours too, and for the surrounding small places."
"It's like the flood gates have opened and I'm drowning!" I felt like I was going to collapse, what was it with me and men here, he always seemed to be catching my fall.
"But you don't have to!" he held my face, firmer this time, "You can be my lady when the time comes and stay with me in my manor house. I have always wanted to meet a woman as gorgeous and talented as you, Ruth, now I have, will you have me?" he asked, his eyes looked broken, like his heart would be if I said no.
"I..." I hesitated.
What should I do? My life was here in Italy, my career! Could I work in England? I had never been there before except from flying over in a plane.
"I..." I tried again but words melted as they oozed from my tongue, leaving my lips paralysed under his gaze.
How could I stop him? He would leave soon.
I kissed him to give me more time. It was a lot more than he had been anticipating.
"Is that a yes then?" he looked quite flushed and worried.
"Well..."
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