Fashionably Famous

Fashionably Famous

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Genre: Romance

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Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

Summary

26 year old Fashion Stylist Blaire Evans thought she had it all. Great career, loving boyfriend, success. Then her celebrity best friend offers her a wardrobe position on her current movie set where she meets Tristian and finds out just how much she is missing in her life.

Summary

26 year old Fashion Stylist Blaire Evans thought she had it all. Great career, loving boyfriend, success. Then her celebrity best friend offers her a wardrobe position on her current movie set where she meets Tristian and finds out just how much she is missing in her life.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Fashionably Famous

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26 year old Fashion Stylist Blaire Evans thought she had it all. Great career, loving boyfriend, success. Then her celebrity best friend offers her a wardrobe position on her current movie set where she meets Tristian, an up and coming movie star, and finds out just how much she is missing in her life.

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Submitted: July 09, 2012

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Chicago was my favorite city. I couldn’t get enough of it she thought to herself as she walked along the lake front. There was something about hearing the waves of Lake Michigan crash against the sea wall that helped me completely check out. I was after all hiding out and wasting a few short hours of freedom before I was forced back to reality. In all fairness I was looking for inspiration, being one of the most sought after fashion stylists in the city, I was no stranger to the high stress of my job and making sure to keep things “fresh” as my agent liked to tell me. Like she knew what fresh was wearing boring black suits all day. Yes I could have walked the streets of Michigan Avenue to see what the latest and greatest loads of wealth could buy you, but what I was looking for was real fashion. The kind that some people just had, not bought.

At the age of 26, I found myself more successful then I’d ever dreamed. I owned my own boutique in the sought after Lincoln Park neighborhood and exclusively styled for some of the most sought after names in the Chicago area. My professional life had been in fast forward since winning a styling contest right out of college for a local TV station. The jobs just kept coming after that. With the money from styling, I was able to open a boutique 2 years ago with the help of some amazing employees. I really didn’t get to spend as much time at the boutique as I would like, but fashion was my life, and in my mind, the only thing I’m good at. My personal life did not come quite as natural to me as fashion. During my high school days, I was the girl that didn’t really fit in with a certain group. I talked to everyone, but always felt like I didn’t belong. My family moved during Junior High and most of the clicks in school form well before those years. It wasn’t until I met Justine that I really felt like I had someone that was a genuine friend. I didn’t really date much in high school, but to the dislike of Justine who was very friendly with the boys. It really wasn’t until college that I started to feel that boys started to pay attention to me and I gained the confidence that I was so lacking in High School. A couple failed relationships later, and a little fun along the way, I met Craig who I was currently dating and living with. Did I love him? I think so. I didn’t really know what love was. My parents were divorced shortly after moving to Chicago. My dad slept around, and my mom never forgave him or men in general. To say the least, I didn’t have very good role models when It came to relationships.

The sound of ringing brought my thoughts back to reality. My phone was always ringing these days, but that was a special ring and as I pulled out my phone from my Celine bag, a smile spread across my face as my prediction was confirmed. It was Justine. The girl who went “Hollywood” as I liked to tell her when she moved to LA and landed a few jobs on soap operas, commercials, and most recently some TV work. I missed her more than I would ever let on.

“Well, well, well, what do I owe the pleasure...” I found myself laughing into the phone. Justine and I didn’t get to talk very often, between the two hour time difference and both of our crazy work lives, neither of us had much time to keep much of a personal life. It didn’t matter though, we were the type of friends that could go years with not talking, not that I would want to, but still be able to pick up right where we left off.

“Oh don’t even B, you are worse than I am. You would think you were the big shot celebrity”. Justine’s voice boomed through the speaker. I couldn’t help but laugh, Justine always knew how to pull me out of a funk and that’s just what I was in. Even when she was 2000 miles away it’s like she just knew me better than I knew myself.

“Don’t flatter yourself, I’ve seen your work, big shot celebrity is a bit...ambitious...speaking of, word on the street is you got a part in some new A list movie. I mean, not that I believe everything that I read...I’m pretty sure you have dated 4 men, and possibly a women this year, lost weight, got fat, had a drinking problem. It’s been quite a year for you.” I could hear Justine smiling through the phone and I knew that I would find myself in a much more relaxed state after a few minutes of talking with my best friend.

“I know, I guess I should just be happy I’m alive according to the tabloids. But, yes, I got the part! And you want to know the best part?”

“There’s a super hot actor involved? You get a fabulous wardrobe, oh wait, I’m the only one who cares about that...” I shrugged my shoulders as if she was actually in front of me.

I was always the person Justine called for fashion advice. This started at a young

age as fashion didn’t come as naturally as acting did for Justine. She needed me much less now as she was able to get stylist help from the sea of willing and waiting people in LA trying to make it.

“Well, yes, and yes...but even better...”

“I’m not sure it gets better than a fabulous wardrobe Justine...or a hot actor I guess?” Yes, hot actor definitely came second to a great wardrobe. Clothes didn’t talk back, or cheat, or need anything.

“We are filming in Chicago. And, I will be in town for the next three months. Speaking of, what are you doing for the next three months?” Justine questioned slyly.

“Well, actually, other than the fashion show for Chicago fashion week that I’m styling in less than a week, I’m pretty open. I’ve been meaning to take a little time to give the boutique some TLC...did you need a place to stay, because I’m sure that Craig would be fine if you stayed with us...” Saying Justine hated my boyfriend was putting it kindly. It was more like despised, loathed, yeah, those were some good words to describe their relationship.

Honestly, the thought of three months with the two of them in the same apartment probably would be scary. It was hard being with someone your best friend didn’t like and vice versa.

Justine snorted over the phone. “I would rather roll over hot coals then live with that man for three months...no offense B. I just don’t care for him...but you already know that. I’m calling to see if you have time to well, style for the movie. I just got out of my final meeting with the Director Brent and he told me the wardrobe manager quit. Got in a fight with the assistants, I don’t know, sounded messy, I’m not sure that’s the whole story, the assistants seem nice. Probably that bitch Tina, but they were in need, and I might have mentioned you and your work. You would never guess how amazing your shit is on Google. Search it.” I rolled my eyes, like I’ve never done a google search of myself. Justine knew better than that, I was obsessed with random Google searches.

“Your work is amazing. I can’t believe how much you’ve done since I’ve been in LA. They told me they had to have you.”

“Well OK, sure, when do you need me? I mean, I don’t have any experience doing movies. I guess it’s no different then all the theater work you volunteered me for back in the day. When does it start?” I figured doing a movie couldn’t be that hard. I’ve had experience with plenty of photo shoots where a theme was given by the photographer and I had to create it, yes it took some lengthy hours, but I’ve always been very pleased with all the out comes so it made it worth it.

“Well that’s the thing...It starts tomorrow.”

“Like in tomorrow, tomorrow?” I mentally went through the things I had on my plate. Holy crap. Tomorrow?

“Possibly, yes...you have to do it!” Justine begged, I hated when she begged, she got this high pitched voice that she knew I couldn’t stand. I was not very good at telling people I cared about no, especially Justine and she knew that.

“Think about all the fun we will have. A lot of the leg work has been done already. You will have two assistants, and filming doesn’t start until next Monday, but the cast is all flying in tonight and tomorrow fittings will be happening tomorrow afternoon.” She was really laying it on thick. What the hell, why not? What else was I going to do with my free time, it’s not like I had anyone to go on vacation with.


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