"Alright Lucy, I'm heading down to see the new client." I say to her, stopping in front of her desk.

"You are?" She replies, eyes wide.

"Apparently Eric is too busy to do it." I scoff.

"It's not your job."

"Don't I know it." I mutter, "Look after the office whilst I'm gone?"

"Of course!" She smiles and I shoot her a grin before making my way towards the elevator, my head held high. My blonde hair is pulled up on top of my head, my figure stuffed into a pale pink pencil dress and nude heels. Having Becky as a roommate truly has spruced up my work closet, having learnt ridiculously fast that working in a fashion firm meant that eyes are always on your choices, critiquing every article of clothing.

Stepping into the empty elevator I take a deep breath, unhappy that once again I'm being sent to deal with our important clients. This is Eric's job, to meet them all and make a good impression, show them that there is more to the brand than actual fashion design. I'm sent in his stead roughly ninety percent of the time.

The elevator dings and I step out into the lobby, turning right and making my way into the room before stopping dead at the sight of the grown up, sophisticated looking girl in front of me.

"Alice Winters?"

"Hi." She smiles, turning to face me.

"Wow." I breathe out, taking her in. She's obviously grown since I last saw her and I've clearly missed the awkward puberty stage, although judging by the state of her family she probably didn't have one. She's inherited their impeccable looks, her bright blue eyes gleaming, her brunette hair lying in natural waves down her back. She's the most beautiful teenager I've ever laid eyes on.

"Wait.... Savannah Hurst?" She exclaims, eyes widening in recognition.

"You remember me." I reply, taking a step into the room.

"I was eleven, not three." She exclaims and I nod.

"Fair point."

"You work here?" She asks as the seamstress, Lisa, runs the tape measure around her waist.

"Yeah." I confirm.

"Small world!" She squeals slightly, "How are you?"

"I'm good thanks, you?"

"I'm great." She grins, moving her arms out to be measured.

"Good. Have you decided what fabric to use?" I ask, diverting the subject back to what my job entails. I have no intention of being sucked into a sweet conversation with the darling Alice Winters, just knowing that I'll give into her friendly ways if I chat with her any longer. She's as charming as her brother.

"I'm thinking satin." She replies, glancing back to the mirror.

"You have a good figure for it." I smile, glancing over her flat stomach, her relatively small hips.

"What color though?" She asks, face screwed up slightly in thought.

"What event is it for?" I take another step into the room.

"My friend's birthday."

"Your friend?"

"Frenemy." She admits, laughing slightly.

"Is there a theme?" I ask, a small smile on my face.

"Hollywood." She answers and I nod, an answer clear in my mind.

"Go with a red."

"A red?" She exclaims.

"She's a frenemy, not a friend." I point out, "Don't you want to stand out?"

"Yeah I guess." Alice smirks at my comments.

"Everyone will be in black." I retort.

"You think?"

"At least eighty percent of people will be in black. Trust me." I assure her. I'm no expert on fashion, but I know for a fact that black is the go to color for the majority of events. Hell, you'll find me in black most of the times Becky drags me out, and she normally matches. It's sexy, it's seductive, but sometimes it just blends in with the rest.

"Alright. Red it is." She agrees, nodding at Lisa.

"A fishtail at the bottom would suit your figure." I point out, gesturing towards one of the pictures on the walls from a fashion show last year.

"I love it. Can we do that?" Alice exclaims, glancing at Lisa.

"Of course!" Lisa replies, shooting me a grateful smile.

"Excellent!" Alice claps her hands together before stepping off the podium and walking towards me, "So you're like some sort of fashion guru now?"

"Definitely not." I laugh, "I've just done way too many of these things."

"Well, thank you!" She grins.

"It's no worries."

"Alice, how long is this going..." Brett's voice sounds out behind me, instantly shooting little daggers from my chest to my stomach. Fantastic. "Savannah." He exclaims as I turn around to face him. He looks slightly out of breath, his fitted coat atop a suit and tie, clearly having headed here from the office.

"Brett." I reply as nonchalantly as possible.

"Savannah works here." Alice announces, crossing her arms, a slight smirk on her face. She's loving this.

"Oh."

"Isn't that cool?" She grins.

"Yeah." He agrees, nodding slightly.

"I'll just go and get changed." She smiles before exiting the room, Lisa close behind.

"You didn't say it was Tommy Ross you worked for." Brett comments, stuffing his hand into his pockets.

"It didn't matter." I retort and he grimaces.

"Savannah..."

"Brett." I cut him off, smiling slightly. "It's good to see you."

"Mr Winters!" Eric exclaims as he enters the room. Just great. Somehow he's managed to remove the glue that sticks his ass to his office chair to come and interrupt. He probably saw Brett enter the building on CCTV. Such a kiss ass. "Is Ms Hurst bothering you?" He glares at me.

"Not at all." Brett shakes his head.

"Excuse me!" I say quietly before sliding out of the door, taking the opportunity to escape as Eric begins chattering on about how well we're doing as a company. I do not envy Brett right now, I give it at least half hour before he's able to escape Eric's clutches.

*~*~*

Shutting the front door behind me I chuck my keys on the side and drop my bag to the floor, looking forward to shoving myself into a comfy hoodie as soon as possible. I quickly glance at the mail that Becky has left on the counter, rifling through the junk and tossing it straight into the trash.

A sudden door opening startles me and I look up, eyes wide to see a tall, half dressed man emerging from Becky's room. He takes one look at me, eyes widening in disbelief before he lowers his head and shuffles towards the front door, exiting the room as quickly as he entered.

Placing my Wayfair catalogue down onto the kitchen side I smirk as Becky exits her bedroom, lilac robe wrapped around her as she reaches up and runs her hands through her wavy black hair.

"Really Becky?"

"I was bored." She whines, walking over towards me.

"One day you're going to actually fall for someone." I sing slightly, grinning. I can't let it go, adamant that one day, surely someone out there will tame the wild heart of my best friend. I refuse to believe that she'll be like this at seventy, still having never had the feeling of being in love.

"I'm hardly going to do that after the Mike incident!" Becky snorts, pulling a stool out and sitting over the other side of the counter.

"That was bad." I agree, shooting her a sympathetic smile. After ridiculous amounts of nagging from me she'd finally given one of our colleagues at Tommy Ross a go, making it to the second date before she had sex with him. He broke up with her three weeks later, coming out as gay.

"I am happy to be single for the rest of my life as long as I have access to some perfectly formed dick every now and again." She shrugs and I grimace.

"Every now and again?" I reply, "I wouldn't call this every now and again!" I gesture to the door that her recent 'dick' just walked out of, "This is a fucking addiction."

"Ice cream?" She asks, smiling at me as she walks over to the freezer.

"Stop trying to change the subject!" I remark, "But yes, I'll have ice cream."

"When are you going to get back out on the dating scene?" She asks as she digs out the tub of Ben & Jerry's, sliding a spoon across the counter.

"I've had enough of guys for now." I retort, shaking my head.

"You?" She almost splutters in disbelief, "I feel sorry for the guys you're with."

"What?" I retort, eyebrows furrowed. What the hell does she mean by that? Surely I'm not that bad of a catch? Sure, I eat a lot and I spend a lot of my time with my family, but is there anything truly that wrong with me?

"Unless it's Brett you clearly don't get excited." She smirks before descending into giggles. Great. She's winding you up Savannah.

"I do!" I object.

"Oh yeah?"

"Remember Jamie?"

"Mmmm... he was fine." Becky nods.

"We had sex." I remind her.

"That was over a year ago." She scoffs.

"Also Haydon." I point out and she immediately cringes away.

"Oh gross!" She exclaims, "I hate it when you bring that up!"

"I didn't think of Brett when I was sleeping with him." I continues, enjoying the pain that I am inflicting on her.

"Stop it!" She shakes her head, covering her face with her hands. "It's weird that you had a one night stand with my brother!"

"Don't I know it." I retort, leaning forward on the counter. Still to this day I have no idea what happened that night, Becky inviting him up to stay with us for the weekend, her going out to the gym one evening, Haydon and I ending up in my bedroom.

Was it a mistake? Maybe. I don't even know.

The next day we laughed it off, both of us knowing that it was, and always would be, just sex. He'd just broken up with Grace after she ran off with a richer man, and I was still attempting to find someone who excited me as much as Brett.

I'm still trying.

"At least you helped him forget all about that whore of an ex-girlfriend." Becky shrugs and I nod.

"For the one night."

"I blame alcohol." Becky mutters.

"We were actually quite sober..."

"Please!" She cuts me off, "Please let me blame the alcohol!"

"Alright." I relent, grinning at her. "It was a fun night..."

"Stop!" She squeals, reaching up to cover her ears. "Here is your ice cream!" She gestures, finally sliding the pot across the counter.

"Thank you." I grin, ripping the lid off. "You not having any?"

"I already had my snack this afternoon." She smirks and I wrinkle up my nose in disgust.

"You're gross!" I exclaim, shaking my head as I stuff my spoon into the chocolatey delight.

"I had some chips before he came over!" She retorts, "You have a dirty mind girl!" She laughs and I roll my eyes. Oops!

"Alice Winters was my client today." I announce, changing the subject slightly.

"She was?" Becky exclaims.

"She sure has grown up."

"I bet." Becky nods, "God, that kid adored you."

"She's cute."

"Still?"

"I mean, I think Brett is going to have his hands full as the protective older brother for the next few years." I laugh, thinking about the gorgeous brunette who stood before me earlier today.

"Maybe I should introduce myself to her." Becky grins cheekily, "Give her some tips!"

"No!" I order, before glancing down at the tub of ice cream, running my tongue along the roof of my mouth, "Can you try this?"

"Why?"

"It tastes weird." I moan and she grabs hold of my spoon, digging in and taking a mouthful.

"Tastes alright to me." She shrugs.

"Okay." I shrug back at her, digging another spoonful out and stuffing it into my mouth. "So, are you ever going to tell me about those designs you've done in your new notepad?"

"No!" She squeals, "That's private."

"Bec, they're really good!"

"Well, it's a shame no-one else thinks that."

"You'll find an investor soon!" I assure her, "I'm sure of it."

"You're too optimistic!"

"You just don't trust in your ability." I point out and she shrugs.

"Does anyone?"

"I don't think so." I agree, shoving more of the ice cream in my mouth. Oh, God! Grimacing suddenly I drop the spoon on the counter, my hand over my mouth as I struggle to swallow the lump in my throat.

Running across the kitchen I head for the bathroom, slamming the door open and hurling myself down in front of the toilet, not even able to lift the seat in time before I empty my guts out.

Groaning as I attempt to sit back I feel the wave of nausea pass slightly and lean my elbow on the side, my head in my hands. I knew that ice cream tasted off!

Throwing up is nasty, something I absolutely cannot stand - an absolute waste of food! Only two and a half weeks ago I was throwing up from drink, although I cannot remember the disgusting details as much as I can today, the alcohol having wiped the majority of my memory.

"Sav?" Becky says tentatively from the doorway.

"Yeah?" I mutter as she walks over towards me.

"What if you're pregnant?"

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••