-Eleonora-

I dressed myself to work and headed downstairs ready to eat my pancakes that Dorothy had made with so much love.

Dorothy was my favorite person in that house, she actually behaved like a human being.

"Good morning" I smiled and kissed her cheek. Blaze was sat at his usual seat on the table like always

I sat down near him ready to eat my pancakes and my orange juice. I ate peacefully while checking him now and then, he was reading a journal, his dark circles were notable yet he seemed way much better than tonight at 3 am.

" Do I have something on my face?" he asked sternly catching my eyes. I quickly looked at my plate drverting hid questionable look.

"No" I let out. The rest of the breakfast was quiet and for the first time we left the house at the same time. I was in the elevator with him, Connor and the bodyguards.

"Do you want to come with me?" Blaze asked while texting on his phone

I looked at him wondering who he was referring to? Was he talking to his phone?

His eyes traveled again to mine " Do you?" he questioned

"Me?" I questioned myself

" Yes. We are heading for the same place..." he explained when the doors opened. My brain was not barining at all.

Was Blaze Maxwell being nice? What was happening? Is he still sick? Or is this a side effect of his medications?

"I think - I-" he stood there looking at me in the middle of the lobby of the hotel. I was finding it hard to rationalize his sudden empathy and I simply couldn't find any explanation to it. For some reason my chest was not cooperating, my heart had speed at his questions, was it anxiety? Yes, I think it is anxiety, or maybe I'm sick, he gave me his cold... I'm just not fully accepting all the symptoms. "I have people waiting for me... My huh- driver so I should go. " I said while walking in reverse hopelessly trying to exit the building "Maybe another day"

I said hurriedly leaving.

The whole 15-minute drive to the company I was thinking and rethinking his question, just because this wasn't normal of Blaze. Right? Am I overreacting?

I got to my floor greeting and Miles and once inside my office I sat down still thinking.

I guess a few 30 minutes passed, while I kept wondering about his actions and words.

My thoughts vanished once the black phone over my desk started to rang.

"Yes?"

"A crying girl wants your help desperately about a dress I think?"

"Dress?" I mumbled confused, I am not a fashion designer or anything alike why would someone what my help on that category

"She claims to know you" Miles said from the other side of the phone " Some Everly Cordova?"

Oh! The rich girl with the younger and slutty stepmother. I remember her, couldn't forget that day even if I could. It was my first event married and it was a pure chaos, to say the least.

Everly.

I remembered her name and her crying sobs that night, they were so vivid it was like I could hear them now.

Loud and clear.

"I'm sorry she just ran" I heard Miles between the sobbings in my head when I look close to the door and there he stands near the girl I was just thinking about, her makeup was ruined, the mascara rushed down her face while her coat stood messy upon her her figure making it worse.

The louds sobbings didn't come from my head but from Everly's mouth.

"It's okay" I stated taking carefully the purple bag she held while she sat down yelling and blowing her nose on a silk red napkin.

"What happened Everly?" I questioned sitting next to her, meanwhile I catched a glimpse of Miles widen eyes and a mouthed 'Good luck'

"She... She... She did it... Again" she tried to say between whines.

"Who? Your stepmother?"

"DONT SAY THAT!" she yelled aggressively " she is such a bitch" her head dropped in my shoulder, so I took the chance to stroke down her head in hopes to calm her for.

"What did she do now?" I asked remembering the woman's attempts to allure Blaze

"She ruined my dress" she sobbed while gathering the courage to look at me "The dress for their wedding... She ruined it!"

"Dhe ruined your dress?" I asked making her nod

"She poured bleach on it and then showed it to me saying it looked nicer... A Louis Vitton dress... ALL BLEACHED !" she cried.

Well that girl really wants to take Everly out of the spotlight as quickly as she can.

"Did you talk to your father?"

"She told him she was just trying to help so he believed" She answered " I need your help! I need a better dress, I need a better everything, I will co in white if I have to" she mentioned with a diabolical expression, she was desperate for revenge

"Maybe we don't need to take such high measures... We are going to Andre's. C'mon." I said standing up and helping her getting up

"Really?" she pouted at my nice gesture, I nodded with a smile making her cry and hug me.

I guided her to the door while grabbing my bag and leaving the office, we met Miles at the reception. I could see his judging face scanning every piece of Everly. I took his agenda and scanned searching for a number.

"Where are you going?" he whispered at me while I looking at the contact list next to him on the other side of the reception desk

"Shopping" I answered copying the number to my cellphone

"What should I say if someone wants to know about you?" he asked.

"If it's from my department tell them to call me anytime they fell like, I will try to be reachable and-"

"And if it's your husband or his little minion muscled assistant Connor?"

"Tell him I don't want to talk with him. Say I'm out."

"Ohhhh" Miles responded wiggling his eyebrows "trouble in paradise? Did he misbehaved?" I rolled my eyes at his stupid questions while I called the the elevator

"I will tell him he has been a Bad Blaze, Bad bad Blaze" Miles teased

"Don't you dare"

"I will try" He smirked "oh and Jenny?"

"If she arrives anytime soon to her work tell her I'm out she can call if she needs. She has work to do" I said walking in the elevator with Everly

"Sure boss"

Once downstairs, I guided Everly to my car and asked the driver to take us to the mall meanwhile I had an important call to do.

"Good morning. Can I see her today?" I asked to the almost robotic voice on the other side of the line

"It's almost like a fashion disaster, her help would be very appreciative" I stated "I know she has a busy schedule but this is important and I- Hum Andre's Atlier. ok- Thank you " after the quick conversation, they hang up on me. I noticed Everly looking through the window with a sad expression. I wonder why did she occurred to me and not to get friends, it wasn't like I didn't like her, I actually do, she looks like a genuine girl but why would she come to me for help when she has dozens of girl friends?

"Are you more calm now?" I asked her watching her teary eyes.

"I think so" she nodded while scanning the rainy street

"I am sorry if I am being rude with this question but... Why didn't you go to your friends?"I asked her full of curiosity, it has to contain my curiosity and sometimes I am afraid to step over the line it seems that I do that often, I noticed that when I met Blaze.

She frowned her eyebrows together "Friends?" and gave a small giggle, an ironic one "Friends care about each other, and those girls you saw in my birthday all they care about his looks and parties... They are fun for having around not really the best company when you have a problem. Neither of them solicitation in that day to help, to give her dress, quickly find one they simply cried with me and said bad things about that bitch, Paris "

"I'm sorry" I apologized after hearing her explanation

"It's never easy to find real friends when your father is a rich man owning famous hotels" She complained "the name Cordova is a blessing and a curse... However" she said taking a look in my eyes " you were the first person that really did help me that didn't asked anything in exchange"

I could see her troubles around friendships, it is hard it's true. I didn't had much friends myself when my father's company started to grow, people were more materialistic and I found out later they did want to be with me not for liking me only for their own pleasure and benefit...

"Well don't think about it anymore. You're in good hands now" I replied with a smile earning another from her. We stepped out of the car entering the white building, covered in white blankets.Everly was scanning the place probably wondering where the hell did I brought her to. It was a half finished building although the inside looked much better the marmore floor was already set and the walls were being painted, I greeted the workers while entering to another space where I was greeted by a receptionist.

"Hello Charlotte" I smiled looking at the red haired girl

"Hi Eleonora. How are you?" she asked with a smile

"Fine, you?"

"Trying to handle all this work" she said levitating block of paper sheets

"How is he behaving?"

"... Nervous, stressed, excited, a total mess... A good mess" she said "he will be here in 10"

"Great, can we ?" I asked pointing at the room at my left she nodded so I took the opportunity to step in. This part was already finished, it had a carpet floor, soft grey walls decorated by light pink couches and dresses, loads of fileiras of clothes, all types, in all shapes and colors.

"Where are we?" Everly asked smiling while her eyes tried to absorb everything in that room. For those who liked fashion and dress up this place was like a candy shop to a 8 year old.

"We are in the soon to be first store of Andre, than man who made your birthday dress" I explained, she smiled more if that was possible while scanning through the dresses, I sat down placing my bag next to me and checking my phone. 3 texts from Blaze already?

- Where are you?

- Shouldn't you be at work?

- And what did I do?

Urgh Miles, he plays too much. He certainly said more than he should. Is Balze worried about his actions? Why would he care even? Was it just me that found this whole morning weird and out of the normal... he was being different not his cold self and that- that was strange. I am not a very big fan of changes and for some reason this specific one made me panic inside.

"I'm here" I heard an old grumpy voice said waking me up from my thoughts

"Oh my God!" Every squealed "Agatha Boris, I loved the summer collection last year!" as always Mrs.Boris didn't show any emotion. She would wonder around anywhere with a strict pose and that straight face she has always judging things.

"So this is the disaster?!" She asked me looking at the girl up and down

"She is" I said slowly catching up on the elder woman who was examination Everly

"What happened to her? She seems fine beside her face, that his ruined in wet makeup" She said in a careless tone

"Everly is soon having a stepmother who is younger than her and seems to love to challenge her in terms of fashion. On her birthday, she dressed in the exact same dress that Everly did and now she is finally marrying Everly's dad and manage to bleach a very expensive Louis Vitton dress that Everly was going to use for their wedding"

"What a bitch" I heard Andre commenting while stepping into the room

"Yeah," I said in unison along with Mrs.Boris and Everly

"Oh wait. What is the greatest bag designer doing in my store " Andre asked shocked finally realizing who the elder woman was

"I see I have admirers" She responded taking a look at him

"You're the glitter dress designer... Her backup dress I presume" she mentioned recalling the glitter dress I gave Everly when she found out her future stepmother had decided to ruin her day. I was not surprised at all, Mrs.Borris was always updated with the latest news, especially when it comes to fashion.

"I am yes" he skilled. That's right, Everly backup glitter dress was a success in the media, Andre's name started to be recognized and I don't want to brag but #Glitterdress trended for over a week on Twitter.

"Amazing, it was a splendid work" she commented, I smiled victoriously realizing these two would be great friends and maybe who knows future partners.

"Why don't you show us more of your work... Every could use your help" I suggested, he nodded with his cheeks still red from Mrs.Borris previous compliment and quickly searched for dresses that could be a future option for Everly.

Let's just hope her stepmother doesn't find out.