Does It Almost Feel Like Nothing's Changed At All?
New York City had always been too crowded for Imogen harper. Sure, there had been a time she revelled in how busy it was, immersed herself in the culture and the arts and then life had caught up with her. In the end, quitting modelling didn't turn out to be such a difficult decision. She realised that she would always be living in the shadow of her older brother, no matter what, and maybe that was okay. He was a shining star whereas she was the burnt out flame, she was everything that society could do to those who weren't ready to cope, who were too easy to hurt. So going to college wasn't running away, it was starting again. She went to Brown, just like she had always promised Max she would. Even though she rarely saw her friends again, she was okay with it all, she had hurt them all too much anyway.
Despite the best attempts to cling hold of it, Immy's time at Brown was over almost too soon and left her unknowing of what to do next. Unbeknownst to her, there were always new opportunities ready to spring out at you if you were in a privileged enough position like she was. She had helped organise Bobby's second marriage and had realised that it was what she wanted to do. As much as she might have pretended otherwise, Immy adored the fluffy silk of dresses and the scent of amazing bouquets. Weddings were where she was really in her element and, more than anything else, she was making people happy for once, rather than making them overwhelmingly sad. Try as she might, she couldn't help but remember the faces of all those people she had hurt in the past every time that she began to start new with another couple. Slowly though she made a name for herself and became somebody that actual people came to in order to make their lives better.
Relocating to London seemed obvious to her, she wanted to be as far away as possible from all the old memories. Even those she knew where in England could be distanced from as long as she made sure that she was always busy and so she worked and she worked and she worked. There was no time for personal relationships and that was good, she would only fuck them up, just like she did anything else. On her trips back to the city, she would say hello to the few friends she had left there before heading home again. Imogen Harper moved in different circles now, she had made a name for herself by herself and she was the choice wedding planner of London's elite. It wasn't a position she had expected to be in, she had desired the spotlight, had wanted everyone's eyes on her - instead, she was behind the scenes, in the background; surprisingly she loved it all.
So life carried on. She had a nice apartment with a couple of pets. Slowly but surely, her friends began to have kids who she spoiled rotten and became grandmother for and Immy was happy. She had nobody to fuck up and that stopped her being lonely. Even as she curled up by herself at the weekend, she knew that she wasn't alone, she had finally made peace with herself and, someday soon, she would find the person who would put up with this new Immy for the rest of their life. She had to be certain of that, if not of anything else. There was such a thing as happiness, sometimes you just had to go far away in order to truly find it.
