Announcing the Seasons

Nina Hopkins // Open for business // Under construction

[vult-et-exspiravit]

𝙳𝙴𝙱𝙾𝙻𝙴 𝙿𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙴

[misura-per-te]

Nina cleared her throat, staring down at Sebastian’s pale hand.

“I guess I could spare a few hours in my schedule. If I can educate you on the fashion world then that’s one less person who’s ignorant to genius.” She stepped away from him, unsure to take his hand. “I’ll guess I could give the girls the rest of the night off anyways.”

She pulled away from him, straightening her blazer and headed off upstairs to dismiss the employees.

[vult-et-exspiravit]

𝙳𝙴𝙱𝙾𝙻𝙴 𝙿𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙴

[misura-per-te]

She shot to her feet. The nerve of him to invite her when he’d just so brazenly presented his ignorance!

“What, did you just come in here to annoy me?” It would be the only viable reason he’d be here doing nothing after all. “I couldn’t, I have too much work to get done before Shanghai.”

Yet, had she anything to lose? Dignity perhaps. She was already on top of all her work. The word ‘slack’ only existed to her as the term for casual trousers. But, the thought of a nice meal was somewhat enticing - it wouldn’t be long before her busy life would force her into a Sainsbury’s ready meal decline.

[vult-et-exspiravit]

𝙳𝙴𝙱𝙾𝙻𝙴 𝙿𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙴

[misura-per-te]

“What are you on about?” she scoffed. “The San Carlo is nothing to sneer at. I don’t believe we visited the same city if you have the nerve to say that.” Nina sat on the edge of her seat, her knees turned towards the man she thought an imbecile.

“The city is a perfect mix of the classic and contemporary. It’s what I’ve been looking at my entire career as a designer. From the biggest names of Castelbajac to smaller brands, Turin is ahead of foraying the greatest young talents.”

As if he could understand.

[misura-per-te]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜!

Multi-verse, crossover and original character friendly. Non-selective.

MUSE // RULES // ASKS

[vult-et-exspiravit]

𝙳𝙴𝙱𝙾𝙻𝙴 𝙿𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙴

[misura-per-te]

Nina rolled her eyes, fingers drumming slowly the arm rest. As rude as it was for any businesswoman to sit down in the presence of a customer, she knew that Sebastian was far from that. A purveyor of fashion he must have been with that outfit - any man would have struggled to make a beast like him fit into a suit like his. She on the other hand, had a little less difficulty with this one.

“Absolutely not. I couldn’t even stay relaxed knowing that you would be here without my watch. I don’t suppose you’d like to hear about my experiences nor will you buy anything in store again.”

She’d taken his measurements twice before and his figure hadn’t changed. Sure, ordering online would have meant that she’d have to see his face less, but it didn’t matter if he simply waltzed in every week anyways. There wasn’t any real reason for her to detest his presence… yet his face suggested otherwise.