Zoey p. o. v
Tracy’s Fashion House is a name that resonates with luxury, elegance, and exclusivity in the world of fashion. Known for their impeccable designs and attention to detail, this high-end fashion house caters only to the elite clientele of hot shots and celebrities.
I watt my way into the mall, the place is always packed with rich woman browsing through her collections.
“Zoey, you are here.” Tracy beamed the moment I came into her office.
I’ve been having my dresses made from her for the past two years, and it’s safe to say our relationship has grown more than business.
Tracy was extremely picky when it comes making friends, that’s why she didn’t have any close friends aside from her two sisters. The first time I was brought over by Marco’s mom, we hit it off almost immediately.
“Yes.” I smiled. We pulled each into a hug.
“How is the honeymoon of the century.” Tracy gushed. “Come on tell me everything about.” She chirped excitedly.
See?
That’s one of the reasons we hit it off immediately we saw each, we have can talk about anything and everything. Our gossip can go on for hours without stop.
“Of course.” I grin, exactly excited about our talk. She’s already aware of the family I’m in, but still choose to be friends with me.
“Oh my! We totally forgot what you came here for.” Tracy suddenly remembered.
We chatted for a while, getting lost in the gossip. I look over to where Abel was sitting, he eyes were fixed on the tablet in his hands scrolling through it.
“Abel.” I called, his head snapping up quickly.
“Yes, ma’am.” He responds standing up, and came over to me.
“When is my next meeting?” I’ve spent quite some time here, I hope it doesn’t affect my schedule.
“Two hours time, ma.” I respond with a quick thanks and dismissed him.
“Alright then, let’s take you to your dress.” Tracy chirped.
I am excited as well, looking forward to what Tracy has in store for me. Her creations are always masterpieces, it’s hard not to fall in love with any of her dress.
“Can’t wait.” I grinned the eagerness was clear on my face. She led me to her personal working space, I have the privilege of witnessing firsthand the magic that happens behind the scenes.
From the initial sketching and fabric selection to the final fitting and alterations, every step of the design process is executed with precision and care.
She opens the door, my dress was the highlight of the room. Stunning, gorgeous, outstanding, I am lost of words to describe the masterpiece in front of me.
The white sleeve long dress hung delicately wore on the mannequin, its fabric shimmering in the soft light of the dressing room.
The bodice was adorned with a cascade of crystals that caught the light with every movement, creating a dazzling display that drew the eye of everyone in the room. The neckline was a classic sweetheart shape, accentuating the wearer’s collarbones and shoulders in a way that was both demure and alluring.
The train trailed behind her like a shimmering waterfall, adding a touch of drama and grandeur to the overall look.
I fell short of words, She definitely outdid herself this time.
“Don’t just stand there, come in and try it on. Let’s see if it will need any adjustments.” Tracy, beckoned me over.
She followed me inside the changing room to assist me wear the dress, the fabric on my skin was soft, smooth, and silk.
“Wow.” I breathe out unbelievably, staring at myself on the mirror. She was helped me lace the straps on the back, the real fitness of the dress popped out immediately she finished.
“Oh my God. I can’t believe this, when I thought I’ve seen you at your best, you just have to leave me breathless.” I commented.
The designs were on point, making me feel like a million bucks.
Well, the dress is a million bucks.
Marco paid for it, he must have spent a fortune on it. Too much on a dress? You’ve got to see him, the first and last time I dragged him to go shopping with me.
He literally bought every single thing I about a minute staring at, and believe me they are a lot. His excuse was that, he thought I liked them as I was staring at them. I had to give a lot it to charity.
“I guess you like it then.” Tracy beamed.
“Like you say, I freaking love it. This piece exceeds my expectations, to say like is degrading how I feel.” I felt sleek and sexy in the dress.
“Thank you.” She laughed.
She helped me out of the dress, I was still stunned. I couldn’t stop looking at the dress as she wore it back on the mannequin, it is giving everything I want to look like in this event.
Sophistication and classy.
“I will just to a little touch up on the waist area and send it over.” Tracy informed.
She saw me out, and we exchange goodbyes, before I entered my car.
“Where to ma’am.” Abel asked from the front seat.
I glanced at my wristwatch, I still have over an hour before my next meeting.
“The office.” I replied.