After the meal, Rosa and I went over to an ice cream stand, and had two ice creams each. She ate the most weird flavor, olive oil ice cream. I didn't know stands like this would even have these weird flavors.
I took a chocolate one, I am a kind of person who can eat chocolate everyday for all my life. I am what you call a die hard fan for chocolate, I never get bored of it. She took me shopping with her, apparently she needed the same high heels the same as which she lost. Talk about being stubborn.
She cried after a visit to each shop, after they say, that model is n longer available a sit was a bad design. I too agree with the design. It was totally painful, you could see clearly. The straps hurt the feet of Rosa, who has the smallest legs. If I were to wear that, I would have gone so crazy that I would attempt an arson on the manufacturing company.
"Why do you want them that bad?", I asked her.
"Its a matter of belonging.", she told as she cried a bit more, we had seen over 12 shops.
"You should just listen to the guy, he recommended the other stylist's works from the same company. What was that designer's name?... something.. it was in my mind..." I tried hard trying to remember his name.
"Zayden Abhain", She mumbled looking troubled.
"Yeah.. That guy! Aren't his shoes quite famous? I heard he overcame many other famous designers?", I added, I knew that she too took designing in Europe.
"Yes. He did.", She got up, "Come let's go! I know another one, they usually have old models too.", She said.
"Alright...", Something felt off. It became awkward and scary, it was like a hit a nerve.
"Come", she said smiling like an angel again.
I just went with the flow, we even bought many other things, an embarrassing twin sweaters for her brother. It was really funny, an old man's sweater. I could see an evil glint as she took them. I was happy she came back to her own thing.
We took a train till the next shop. It was not crowded like usual, apparently, there was an international idol coming over, almost all of the people went there, I wasn't much on idols. I never got the chance to appreciate them.
I looked over, I wanted to make a conversation so, I asked.
"You left to Europe right? Which country was your scholarship for?", I asked
"Ah... It was for Greece.", She told.
"Greece? I thought Germany or France...", I said.
"Germany is for people wanting medic, France for model, Greece was for designing.", She told.
"Ohhh... Isn't it usually France that is famous for fashion?", I asked.
"Yes, it is. But don't forget, what scholarship we got, couldn't support it in France. The money is too high, Greece is not bad. You could get into France, with a bit of additional fee.", She said.
"Then Why not?", I asked.
"I felt any country has the same potential. It didn't matter. If we have skill we can go anywhere.", she said.
"So... any luck in Greece..", I asked, being a bit awkward.
"Nah, It was just a sorry ride. Maybe I just didn't have enough potential. But I got good experience for getting a job as a supervisor don't you worry you in good hands.", she said winking.
"Oh.. K.", I said.
We went to the store, and luckily we found the one, there was only one pair, somehow, it was her size and way more comfortable. I was so happy. Finally she would stop giving me this punishment of roaming stores.
"Is this the original piece? Not the remade copy?", she asked.
"Y-Yes, O-of course. No-ne b-bought this as it was a faulty style.", The guy stuttered.
I wonder who the hell made him the retailer. Even if it was a faulty one, he got to keep his cool, even a kid could tell he was lying. The temperature dropped a few degrees. I could feel pure blood lust from her, the sweetest Rosa.
"I. am. asking. you. the. last. time. Is it original?", she asked him a way more cold tone. I am her ally where as the retailer was the enemy for the bloodlust, but damn, I got goosebumps. She wasn't like me. A werewolf or something like a mythological creature, she was a human. I know it. But that blood lust was uncommon, way more fierce than that of the guys following me before.
"It--was meddled with!", he went down on his knees.
"Oh.", her little word, it ran many shivers down my spine, I wonder how it would be for that poor guy.
"Some employer meddled with it, in order that it will be comfortable!", he said.
"some. Employee.?", She asked.
"I really don't know his name! He was supposed to be a part timer! but he resigned just before!", he told.
"Alright we are leaving, pack it up.", She said.
"Yes, Ma'am.", he said, his helpers came and did the work, few lifted him up and others packed it with a lot of trembling.
"Ooo.", I had to let out my relief, I was thanking God, I was sure there would be blood. Thank God!
We went out, and I could feel a heavy gaze, not a hostile one but, my instincts warned me. It was a mythological creature, I turned, but saw no one. Not anyone at all. Was it just my imagination? No....
I was curious about what that shoe was about that she went so far. But my gut told me, If I asked I might end up risking my lodging. We kept quiet on the way back. When we came home, I swiftly changed and helped Mrs. Bellay make dinner. I wasn't that good in cooking, but I could be a good assist.
Norman was in his room, doing some office work. I was jealous. I wanted to be like that working till late as my family made dinner for me. The younger, Neil, he went on a date with his girl. I was jealous of him too.
Rosa, took her shoes and went up, and stored them I guess, she immediately went to bathe. I was cooking a dessert, a pudding. Of course, the recipe was of Mrs. Bellay, but my skills.
"Umm.. Why is Rosa obsessed with those shoes?", I asked.
"Hmm.. You observed it huh?", she asked.
"She made it too much obvious.", I said.
"It is her design.", she said.
"What?", I asked.
Did she really make it? It feels different, weren't all her designs cutesy and comfortable? Those shoes are definitely the opposite from what people mean by comfortable.
"It was plagiarized.", Mrs. Bellay said.
"What? By whom?", I asked.
"Mary Singer, her professor.", she said.
"Her what?", I asked , shocked.
"Yes, her professor took it.", she said.
"Wait.. Mary Singer, The Mary Singer?", I asked.
"Yes."
"The one who is considered prodigy? a child genius? The one who won the best fashion line award 12 times?", I asked.
"Yes, she was the honorary professor for the scholarship. She copied Rosa's incomplete design, her first actual design, and mass produced in her name. When the reviews came out that it was only good looking but uncomfortable, she blamed it on Rosa. Saying she was threatened to sell it in her name, as Rosa had pictures of her intimate moments with her boyfriend.", she said. The oil sizzling in other dish, was perfect background music.
"What? Its a story out of a novel..!", I said.
"But, somehow, Rosa got framed. She had accepted her first design being taken, she wanted to work on something new, she spent three months, and made an entire fashion line, taking me as her model and muse, her new collection, a complete fashion line, 'Mozart's Fantasies', was taken by that sorry of a professor, as her own collection. Rosa was unable to argue. No lawyer helped her and she got banned from the fashion industry for having no morals.". She said tearing up a bit.
"Wait... Mozart's Fantasies... I know that line, it got three awards, and 20 sponsor deals.... It's Rosa's works?", I asked.
There is no one who didn't know Mozart's Fantasies, It was released two years back, a perfect dress collection. It was a super comfortable, trendy concept. A full series of Blue, black and white, dressed. It was a hit. It was given by, Mary Singer, she got the World award for the first time.
The collection's main pieces, were given to the top people, each piece costing over a million. It was a turning point in the fashion industry which was going down the drain, I mean literally, all the fashion these days, is either less clothing coverage, a blended mixture of obnoxious colors, a random throw of common use things or like how I said, usage of bathroom items, like a shower head and toilet paper...
I never knew, Rosa, made it? I guess no one would believe it, not even me. I can't digest it. Well, Surely she would feel bad. If my works were plagiarized, I would probably leave the industry. I guess she is a strong one, but the industry lost big time. Rosa is what you would call a genius.
"I wonder what to do now..", She sighed.
"Why? What happened ?", I asked.
"She is gonna be depressed honey. She ends up being ever so serious and I don't like seeing her that way. I want to do something, but except for killing and presenting Mary's head, I don't get any other ideas.", She said, cutting the fish.
"You what?", I asked... I can see where the blood lust comes from.
"Mom! Have you seen my chapstick?", Rosa shouted from the floor above.
"Yes, Its probably in your third shelf!", She said.
"Please be a dear, and help her I can handle this,", She said as I went on to see her.
She was a mess, it was obvious she cried. Her mascara was smudged so much that she resembled a ghost, I helped her.
"She told you. Didn't she?", she said.
I flinched when she asked me, " Yes."
"She really doesn't know how to keep secrets.", she said as she jumped on her bed.
"If I see anyone wearing my designed shoes, I am going to murder them, after a torture.", She said apparently, squeezing the pillow. The pillow, if could speak, would have screamed for help.
"Umm.. wanna go for an ice cream?", I asked, trying to lift her spirits.
"Hmm.. Yes. Let's go.", she said.
She got up and dressed herself. We both went out, it was dark and chilly. I walked with her, the usual ice cream place was closed, so we went to another one. It was just beside. There we saw, another girl, her hair with violet lowlights, a cute frock of lavender, she had fallen down, then I saw Danger! Her feet had the most dangerous items in the world.
She had worn, out of all pairs she might have had, the one which Rosa had designed, the failure piece, Mystic. Beside me, I could feel. A murderous gaze, focused upon, a sweet feeble girl, Sh*t. That girl is gonna lose her life.