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[01 Mar 2008|03:48pm] |
She stood on the raised platform in front of the three full length mirrors and let out a deep sigh. The lights hit the delicate bead work and casted rainbow shadows on the white walls. The dress was everything she could have hoped it would be and more, it was the exact vision she had seen in her mind. A good thing, too, since she had been the one to design and make most of it. She had sent her staff home hours earlier, even though they insisted that they wanted to stay around while she tried on her wedding dress but she refused. This was something she'd have to do by herself. Taking a step down from the platform, she walked across the wooden panels of boutique's showroom floor and toward the back to where her office was located. It was quiet, save for the usual city noise that drifted up from the street below but to Lana, the silence seemed deafening. Giving the glass door a shove with her bare shoulder, she walked into her office and over to her desk. It was a challenge sitting down in the wedding gown but she finally managed to do it. Swiveling the leather desk chair around, she pulled open one of the cabinets of her white credenza and leaned down to begin to search for something. The bodice of the dress was beginning to cut into her midsection and she made a mental note to fix that before the wedding. Pushing a few books aside, binders with hundreds of sketches from previous dresses, she finally found what she was looking for. Grabbing the backward photo frame, she set back against the chair and took a deep breath before turning it over. Reaching out to turn on a lamp on the desk, she set the frame down face up on the desktop and let out another sigh. She couldn't remember who had taken the photo, it had just randomly shown up one day in an envelope that had been slipped under the door of her childhood home a handful of years before. It was from the night that her high school senior prom. Through the crowd of people there was a couple that stood out. A couple, while not in the center of the floor, still held everyone's attention. Arms wrapped around one another, he leaned down and whispered in her ear and she responded with a dazzling smile that seemed to light up the entire room. They seemed like they were in a world of their own, where no one else could touch them.
After the prom, graduation seemed to come too quickly. Lana, Daymien, and the rest of their small group all made plans to go on and do great things then keep in contact with everyone so they'd never lose touch. Daymien was off to college and while Lana wanted to stick by her man wherever he was going, they both made the decision that she needed go to whatever school would help her find her dream, and if that meant she wasn't with him all the time then they would make it work. They would find their way to each other like they always did and they would be together. College flew by for Lana, who graduated with her business degree then pursued something that had always held her attention, designing wedding gowns. Starting off working under someone, it wasn't very long until she had clients who were asking for her and her only to work on their gowns. Before she knew it, she was branching off from under her former boss and setting up a company of her own. Life seemed to be perfect and she couldn't ask for more, all that was missing was the love of her life and he would soon find his way back to her.
And he did. In a romantic gesture, he found her again and confessed how much he loved her. She followed suit and did the same, then he did something she didn't expect. He proposed. Daymien Winters, the man that rarely ever committed himself to anything (save for his own work) was asking her to marry him. She wanted to say yes, every bone in her body was screaming at her to say yes, but she didn't. She didn't know why at the time and told him that while she loved him, she couldn't marry him at that moment. Marrying him so young would mean she would have to split her time between him and her business and it wouldn't of been fair to either of them if she did that. He left shortly after and it felt like he took her entire heart with him. Heartbroken, she decided to focus her time on her business instead of her emotional pain. Her business and label, Unrequited by Lana Larson, was created from her heartache and she used it to keep her thoughts of Daymien at bay.
A year went by before she even considered going out on a date with someone else. But because her friends worried that she would end up old and alone, they set her up with a nice young man from the city. From the beginning, Tristan was determined to sweep Lana off her feet and that's what he did. Even after confessing her failed relationship with Daymien to him and how she still cared for him, Tristan had made it his personal goal to make Lana forget about Daymien. It was a hard feat, considering Daymien was still in New York, but Tristan succeeded enough in his goal and asked Lana to marry him. Swept up in what she thought was love for him, she agreed to the proposal and wedding plans quickly started to be put into place. Because Tristan was the son of the mayor of New York City, news of the upcoming nuptials seemed to be everywhere. It was around that time, when Lana could go nowhere without someone stopping her on the street and congratulating her on her engagement that she began to feel like she had made a mistake in accepting the proposal.
But thinking that it was a mistake didn't convince her to call of the wedding. She couldn't, it would ruin her career, it would crush Tristan and not to mention what kind of bad press it would give the mayor. So she kept quiet and continued to keep quiet through the wedding planning. With the wedding a mere two months away, she tried to push all other thoughts away that threatened to ruin her impending nuptials. Business had risen dramatically in the past few months, and Lana had more elite clinetele than she could have ever hoped for. It seemed that many people wanted their wedding gowns designed by a woman who would soon be joining into her own New York fairytale. She welcomed the work but knew it was no substitute for her thoughts. Daymien knew about the engagement now, how he found out? Probably a gossip magazine or the engagement announcements in the paper. But no matter the way he had found out, it wasn't the right way. She didn't want him to find out that way. She wanted to be the one to tell him but she been too much of a coward to stand up to the man she loved.
Tears began to well up in her eyes and she sniffled a bit in an attempt to keep them from falling. The lamp's glow caught on her diamond engagement ring and she felt something tug at her heart. It shouldn't of been Tristan's ring on her finger, it should have been Daymien's. She knew that, to some extent she was sure that Tristan knew that and deep down, she hoped that Daymien knew that, too. So there the future New York fairytale princess sat, in a dress she had designed to wear to enter into a marriage with one man, but she currently wore to cry over another.
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