The day had been taxing on her. She'd attended two separate meetings with her assistant, one to discuss her upcoming fashion show and one to discuss their current stock, met with a potential client for a consultation, and dealt with an incident involving a now former member of her House sabotaging another member. If this becoming a recurring problem, I really should take on a student. But she just wasn't ready, and she really didn't want to think about that right now. She had more to do.
Billie returned home late that night. The sun had long since disappeared from Coruscant's foggy skies as she scanned her key and passed through the doorway into her home. Her butler (Housekeeper? Maid? She was certainly more than just help.), Cara, greeted her when she reached the kitchen with a warm, "Welcome back."
Cara was a longtime friend of Billie's. Though they came from very different walks of life, they had remained stuck together like glue since the first day they met. Billie returned Cara's smile as she sat down at the kitchen island, crossing her legs before recounting that day. It was maybe twenty-some years ago, during some school event of their teenage years. Billie couldn't really remember exactly what, but she did remember the way Cara spoke at the event. Her way of speaking had been captivating. It moved young Billie so much that she found young Cara afterwards to sing her praises. Ever since then... well, they lived together now, didn't they? Though Clara was employed under her, she was no employee to Billie. She was a dear friend.
A plate of food was set down before Billie, then one down at the seat next over. As Cara made her way around the island to join Billie, she jokingly suggested Billie invest in a step-stool for her. "After all, not everyone is a towering giant." At this, Billie laughed. "I'll see what I can do." She was indeed a giant of sorts. Everything in her home had been made to accommodate for her height, from the counters to the ceilings. The doors were nearly seven feet in height. Even the furniture--the couches, chairs, the bathtub and her bed--were built to sit several inches higher off the ground. It was incredibly convenient for Billie, though for her average-sized, 5'7" friend, she could imagine things weren't quite as so.
"How did your day go?"
"It was...too long. One of the girls working in the House was caught trying to sabotage another girl's work. Had to...let her go."
"Damn. Did your meeting with Aliss go alright, though?"
"We got a lot done. She had me chisel the finer details of the show into place, then we discussed stock. One of the suppliers cancelled a shipment so if she can't find someone to sell it to us, I'm going to have to either pull some strings or pay someone under the table for it." Aliss was a wonderful help. She'd only been Billie's assistant for a few years now, but she swore the woman got better at her job everyday. She and Cara, unfortunately, did not get along, but they kept things civil.
"And the client?"
"It went well, as well. I've got what she wants in mind. I drafted up some ideas during the consultation that I'll get to later tonight."
Her answers seemed to satisfy her friend, so the two ceased conversation to eat. Once Billie finished, she stood, grabbed her plate, then made her way over to the sink. She rinsed it off, then placed it within the washing unit. A low hum began moments after she closed the door.
"I'm going to go draw a bath," she said to Cara as she turned away from the sink and headed toward her room. "I'll be in there if you need me." With that, Billie exited the kitchen, striding through the halls of her penthouse home until she reached the quiet comfort of her room. A fan whirled near-silent over her bed. It was one of her favorite purchases; it was circular in shape with a diameter of almost eight feet. No matter which way she tossed and turned at night, she would always have enough room. A mischievous smile slipped onto her usually stoic face. It can fit more than just me though... Recent memories came to mind. Her eyes trailed across the room, hesitating on different parts of it until they reached the archway to her bathroom. She soon followed.
The bath had already been drawn. Billie noticed it right away. Steam gently wafted off the bubble-filled water, and when she dipped a finger into it, she found it to be the perfect temperature. For the second time that day, Billie smiled.
She quickly undressed, laid her clothes over the vanity chair, then slipped down into the water. The stress of the day was diluted by the heat of the bath, and Billie could feel herself relaxing from head to toe. It made it much easier for her to mull over the events of the day. Lady Kersin's dress for the upcoming show was next on her list, but last on her mind. She wanted to relax, to spend time thinking about all things she found good about today. Like Cara's delicious dinner, for example. I forgot to thank her. She'd make a point to do it later. Or perhaps, the child of one of her students who--to her mother's unnecessary horror--proudly and loudly proclaimed to Billie that her mom wanted to be just like her! Or the--
Knock, knock. Billie opened her eyes and directed her gaze toward the source of the sound. Cara stood in the archway of the bathroom, holding a stack of towels. Billie quickly glanced to where her towels would usually sit and found it empty. Ah. She looked back at Cara.
"Thought you might need these." Cara set the towels down on the vanity, but did not immediately leave. They held eye contact for a long moment, before Cara broke the silence again. "...and I thought, perhaps, you would like some company."
"Ah." Today's third smile appeared as Cara's intentions became clear. Billie lifted her hand out of the water and gestured to the ample amount of space in the rub. "Why don't you join me then?" Everything had been made to accommodate for her height, especially the bathtub.
Much later into the night, Billie sat within her studio. At the table before her laid several concept sketches, all of which had won approval from her client earlier in the day. To her right she had set out a collection of fabric swatches, and to her left was a small tray containing needles and thread.
Prissca wanted a dress worthy of a lady, something regal; she agreed. So Billie went to work, starting first with one final sketch of the dress. Once she was satisfied, she stood to seek out one of her mannequins to begin creating a pattern. She entered Prissca’s measurements into a digital display, and the panels on the mannequin shifted to match. For the next hour or so, she cut and placed fabric onto the mannequin. The periwinkle swatch ended up being her favorite, and very slowly the dress began to take shape. As her creation was only a sketch of sorts, the final product was a little shabby looking. But Billie had what she wanted out of the thrown-together piece. Slowly, bit by bit, she disassembled the dress, pulling pins out every which way. She retrieved several periwinkle-colored fabrics from a drawer to the side, and returned to her desk.
It was said that there was a magic to the clothing Billie made. Though hand-made, her garments had the precision of a machine, yet contained with the nuance and creativity a machine lacked. There were few who knew of Billie’s secret, one, of course, being Cara. It was a closely-held secret.
Billie slipped one hand under the sheer fabric she would begin with and selected a spool of thread with the other. The colored thread was threaded through the eye of a needle, and she began. Both of her hands held the material while the needle made slow stitches, sliding in and out of the miniscule holes in the fabric. After several minutes, Billie stopped to judge her progress so far. Perfect. Her eyes jumped up to the needle, still suspended in air. The Force was a magical gift to have.
With a hum of content, Billie returned to her work. She would continue long into the night, sewing until the early stages of dawn warmed the foggy skies of Coruscant.
Billie returned home late that night. The sun had long since disappeared from Coruscant's foggy skies as she scanned her key and passed through the doorway into her home. Her butler (Housekeeper? Maid? She was certainly more than just help.), Cara, greeted her when she reached the kitchen with a warm, "Welcome back."
Cara was a longtime friend of Billie's. Though they came from very different walks of life, they had remained stuck together like glue since the first day they met. Billie returned Cara's smile as she sat down at the kitchen island, crossing her legs before recounting that day. It was maybe twenty-some years ago, during some school event of their teenage years. Billie couldn't really remember exactly what, but she did remember the way Cara spoke at the event. Her way of speaking had been captivating. It moved young Billie so much that she found young Cara afterwards to sing her praises. Ever since then... well, they lived together now, didn't they? Though Clara was employed under her, she was no employee to Billie. She was a dear friend.
A plate of food was set down before Billie, then one down at the seat next over. As Cara made her way around the island to join Billie, she jokingly suggested Billie invest in a step-stool for her. "After all, not everyone is a towering giant." At this, Billie laughed. "I'll see what I can do." She was indeed a giant of sorts. Everything in her home had been made to accommodate for her height, from the counters to the ceilings. The doors were nearly seven feet in height. Even the furniture--the couches, chairs, the bathtub and her bed--were built to sit several inches higher off the ground. It was incredibly convenient for Billie, though for her average-sized, 5'7" friend, she could imagine things weren't quite as so.
"How did your day go?"
"It was...too long. One of the girls working in the House was caught trying to sabotage another girl's work. Had to...let her go."
"Damn. Did your meeting with Aliss go alright, though?"
"We got a lot done. She had me chisel the finer details of the show into place, then we discussed stock. One of the suppliers cancelled a shipment so if she can't find someone to sell it to us, I'm going to have to either pull some strings or pay someone under the table for it." Aliss was a wonderful help. She'd only been Billie's assistant for a few years now, but she swore the woman got better at her job everyday. She and Cara, unfortunately, did not get along, but they kept things civil.
"And the client?"
"It went well, as well. I've got what she wants in mind. I drafted up some ideas during the consultation that I'll get to later tonight."
Her answers seemed to satisfy her friend, so the two ceased conversation to eat. Once Billie finished, she stood, grabbed her plate, then made her way over to the sink. She rinsed it off, then placed it within the washing unit. A low hum began moments after she closed the door.
"I'm going to go draw a bath," she said to Cara as she turned away from the sink and headed toward her room. "I'll be in there if you need me." With that, Billie exited the kitchen, striding through the halls of her penthouse home until she reached the quiet comfort of her room. A fan whirled near-silent over her bed. It was one of her favorite purchases; it was circular in shape with a diameter of almost eight feet. No matter which way she tossed and turned at night, she would always have enough room. A mischievous smile slipped onto her usually stoic face. It can fit more than just me though... Recent memories came to mind. Her eyes trailed across the room, hesitating on different parts of it until they reached the archway to her bathroom. She soon followed.
The bath had already been drawn. Billie noticed it right away. Steam gently wafted off the bubble-filled water, and when she dipped a finger into it, she found it to be the perfect temperature. For the second time that day, Billie smiled.
She quickly undressed, laid her clothes over the vanity chair, then slipped down into the water. The stress of the day was diluted by the heat of the bath, and Billie could feel herself relaxing from head to toe. It made it much easier for her to mull over the events of the day. Lady Kersin's dress for the upcoming show was next on her list, but last on her mind. She wanted to relax, to spend time thinking about all things she found good about today. Like Cara's delicious dinner, for example. I forgot to thank her. She'd make a point to do it later. Or perhaps, the child of one of her students who--to her mother's unnecessary horror--proudly and loudly proclaimed to Billie that her mom wanted to be just like her! Or the--
Knock, knock. Billie opened her eyes and directed her gaze toward the source of the sound. Cara stood in the archway of the bathroom, holding a stack of towels. Billie quickly glanced to where her towels would usually sit and found it empty. Ah. She looked back at Cara.
"Thought you might need these." Cara set the towels down on the vanity, but did not immediately leave. They held eye contact for a long moment, before Cara broke the silence again. "...and I thought, perhaps, you would like some company."
"Ah." Today's third smile appeared as Cara's intentions became clear. Billie lifted her hand out of the water and gestured to the ample amount of space in the rub. "Why don't you join me then?" Everything had been made to accommodate for her height, especially the bathtub.
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Much later into the night, Billie sat within her studio. At the table before her laid several concept sketches, all of which had won approval from her client earlier in the day. To her right she had set out a collection of fabric swatches, and to her left was a small tray containing needles and thread.
Prissca wanted a dress worthy of a lady, something regal; she agreed. So Billie went to work, starting first with one final sketch of the dress. Once she was satisfied, she stood to seek out one of her mannequins to begin creating a pattern. She entered Prissca’s measurements into a digital display, and the panels on the mannequin shifted to match. For the next hour or so, she cut and placed fabric onto the mannequin. The periwinkle swatch ended up being her favorite, and very slowly the dress began to take shape. As her creation was only a sketch of sorts, the final product was a little shabby looking. But Billie had what she wanted out of the thrown-together piece. Slowly, bit by bit, she disassembled the dress, pulling pins out every which way. She retrieved several periwinkle-colored fabrics from a drawer to the side, and returned to her desk.
It was said that there was a magic to the clothing Billie made. Though hand-made, her garments had the precision of a machine, yet contained with the nuance and creativity a machine lacked. There were few who knew of Billie’s secret, one, of course, being Cara. It was a closely-held secret.
Billie slipped one hand under the sheer fabric she would begin with and selected a spool of thread with the other. The colored thread was threaded through the eye of a needle, and she began. Both of her hands held the material while the needle made slow stitches, sliding in and out of the miniscule holes in the fabric. After several minutes, Billie stopped to judge her progress so far. Perfect. Her eyes jumped up to the needle, still suspended in air. The Force was a magical gift to have.
With a hum of content, Billie returned to her work. She would continue long into the night, sewing until the early stages of dawn warmed the foggy skies of Coruscant.
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