Eleanor

"So exciting." I heard through my headphones, watching as the picture in front of me immediately started switching to photos. Numerous ones were of Louis and his family, sitting around a dinner table. There were a few where he had gravy over his plaid sweater vest and was obviously glaring at the two twin girls.

I chuckled under my breath and pulled my headphones out, setting my phone aside. My aunt had wanted to go over some of my designs, so here I was, sitting in a board room, waiting for her. As time had begun to pass by I'd decided to check Louis' YouTube, which led me to watching his Thanksgiving video. He was definitely closer to his family than I was to mine. I spent my Thanksgiving in a board room, going over designs. Just as I was today, three days later.

I sighed as my mind continued to wander over to Louis. We hadn't talked recently. He'd told me about how he was going to visit his family, so I didn't feel the need to disturb him. But I did at least wish he would've texted, so I could've texted back. Now, usually, I'm not one to go for the boy-texts-girl-first-or-doesn't-get-a-text-at-all stereotype. But for some reason I was with him. I was just always nervous, which was a shock.

I was never even nervous with Nathan.

Suddenly, the door to the board room flew open, my aunt stepping in dressed in all leather, her pencil skirt slightly pulled up. I knew she hated to be told about her wardrobe issues, so I just gulped and laid back in my chair, ignoring it for the most part. "Eleanor, dear," she spoke kindly, smiling over at me as she sat two chairs to my right, turning it to face me completely.

"Aunt Leslie," I spoke the same back, forcing a smile on my face. It was hard to be around Aunt Leslie, usually because she pointed out the flaws in everything, but hated her own being pointed out. It annoyed everyone, including me, since I had to work with her the most.

"Now, I called you in again, not for anything bad, I swear," she paused for a moment, "well, kind of. There is one thing." She grabbed a file from the short women behind her and tossed it in my direction. It landed in front of me and I opened it slowly, sighing as soon as I saw what she'd circled.

"The sizes go all the way to the triple extra large, for all stores," she commented, pointing one of her perfectly manicured nails down at where she'd scribbled "notes". Her notes were usually her demands, not suggestions, not notes, demands. And now she was demanding I make the largest size a medium eight.

I turned to look at her face again as she withdrew her hand. Part of me wanted her to have a look of a joke on her face, but the other part knew she wouldn't. And that part, was right. "I can't do that." I spoke cautiously and placed the file in front of her again. "It's just sizes, there are.. bigger people in the world. They can wear my clothes, too."

This was one thing I refused to let my aunt have control over. She usually controlled most of what I planned on doing as a fashion designer. But I wasn't letting her control sizes. Some people had curvier figures than others, and I wanted to respect that.

She sighed, instantly knowing she surprisingly wasn't going to win this. As she went to open her mouth to speak, however, my phone buzzed from across from me. Instantly, she closed her mouth. I sighed and reached into my bag, pulling it out.

Louis: Meet me outside the apartment building in twenty minutes! I'm back!! :)))

I almost laughed. I knew I couldn't, otherwise my aunt would think I wasn't taking this "meeting" seriously. I set my phone down and looked at her, with a small shrug. If I didn't let her say what she wanted to say, I wouldn't get out of here. And from Louis' text, I needed to. Soon.

"The next thing, is the prices. You've said how you want the highest price to be a mere one fifty, and what I was thinking is that could be the lowest. For things such as bags. Granted, I know how charitable you are, so I say if you let me up the prices, the highest being, eh, seven twenty, we donate a fourth of the proceeds to multiple charities."

I sat there for a second. Contemplating this. Yes, it was very expensive, well beyond what I'd originally amounted everything. "Well, seven thousand twenty dollars for some of my designs is.. a lot, and I mean a lot.. I'm new to the business and people-"

"New, smew," she waved her hand in my direction and silenced me. "Your designs are great! The Madrid fashion week wanted you as soon as they saw ONE!" She smiled, almost genuinely at me, "People are going to love your designs and the cash will immediately start pouring in."

I sighed, "The highest I'll go is five fifty." I crossed my arms again. "Deal, Aunt Leslie?"

My aunt looked at me for a few moments, before she stood and walked toward the door. "You're dismissed. Everything's in order now. I expect to see you soon, though. To discuss make up and models and all of the sort."

I smiled at her one more time before getting up and racing to the door. It would take me five minutes to make it back to my apartment building, and I was sure it had already been ten. "Bye Aunt Leslie!" I yelled after myself, chuckling under my breath.

Then it hit me.

Why was I so excited to see Louis again?

Notes

Still not one of my best pieces of work.. oops?