depressed. I hadn't cared about my appearance. Now it was time for more than a trim. If I was going to get the girl back, I needed to do it barefaced. I put the closest guard on the clipper and went to work.
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K ayla
We held the sample sale at a local hotel on the water in downtown Seattle. It wasn't far from the Flashionista offices.
People lined up for the sample sale hours early. I had my staff of Flashionista volunteers on hand and ready for our grand opening. Some of them were going to act as cashiers. Some, mostly merch buyers, were going to be fashion consultants to shoppers, and some were personal shoppers for clients who either couldn't attend in person or who had handicaps or disabilities. And, of course, I had several of our photographers on hand to record the event.
The personal shopper and fashion consultants were my idea to add to the fun of the event. I had had the prop department and the merch people actually arrange the sample sale items so they looked nice and mirrored a high-end department store. Usually the sample sale was like one big garage sale with everything piled in boxes for customers to rummage through. I had also curtained off an area of the grand ballroom to act as a makeshift dressing room in case people wanted to try things on. That, too, was new.
After the sample sale to the general public, there was a benefit dinner with an auction for some of the best, most expensive, most exclusive samples that I'd talked the vendors into donating. Samples they'd usually ask for back. Like expensive watches and fine jewelry.
Britt and the merch buyers and I had pulled those earlier and combined them with donated trips and vacation packages to make some really fabulous, enticing things to bid on at dinner. They should bring a good price. As I'd worked on this event, I kept thinking of how much the money would mean to children like Sophia and parents like Vicki.
During dinner, we were putting on a fashion show with items pulled from the sample sale. Diners could bid on the outfits. One of our models for the Doggy and Me line called in sick at the last minute. The poor dog was sick and had to be taken to the vet. I was going to have to step in.
I called Andrea and asked her to pick up Data and bring her to the hotel just before dinner. I'd booked a hotel room for the night for convenience. If necessary, Andrea could stay with Data in my room until she was needed.
And, finally, there was a contest to see which sample sale shoppers could put together the best outfit made up entirely of items from the sale. We took pictures to show during dinner. The dinner audience was going to vote on their favorite. The winner got a hundred-dollar Flashionista gift card.
It was all going to be great fun. As the closer, Justin was supposed to present the hospital with the earnings from the sale. That had been the original plan. I'd sent him an invitation and a reminder. But he hadn't responded. I was prepared to step in.
I dressed casually, but fashionably, for the sale in flat canvas shoes and jeans. All my volunteers were nervous and excited. At the top of the hour, I gave the command. "Let the shopping begin! Open the doors."
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J ustin
I got my hair cut and dressed in a suit Kay had had hand tailored for me in Milan, along with a custom shirt. Italian suit. Italian shoes. Italian cologne. Italian charisma and charm? That was open for debate.
I took one last look at myself in the mirror, hoping she liked what she saw. Without the beard, I looked like a high school kid again. More like that geeky college guy she remembered. This could backfire on me big time. If Kay didn't like what she saw…
However, Kay deserved to see who she was agreeing to stay with.
This was my gesture. I was giving her what she wanted. If only she would see that I was also giving her my heart.
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K ayla
I dressed for dinner and arrived at the banquet hall early so I could supervise the last-minute preparations. The flowers and
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K ayla
We held the sample sale at a local hotel on the water in downtown Seattle. It wasn't far from the Flashionista offices.
People lined up for the sample sale hours early. I had my staff of Flashionista volunteers on hand and ready for our grand opening. Some of them were going to act as cashiers. Some, mostly merch buyers, were going to be fashion consultants to shoppers, and some were personal shoppers for clients who either couldn't attend in person or who had handicaps or disabilities. And, of course, I had several of our photographers on hand to record the event.
The personal shopper and fashion consultants were my idea to add to the fun of the event. I had had the prop department and the merch people actually arrange the sample sale items so they looked nice and mirrored a high-end department store. Usually the sample sale was like one big garage sale with everything piled in boxes for customers to rummage through. I had also curtained off an area of the grand ballroom to act as a makeshift dressing room in case people wanted to try things on. That, too, was new.
After the sample sale to the general public, there was a benefit dinner with an auction for some of the best, most expensive, most exclusive samples that I'd talked the vendors into donating. Samples they'd usually ask for back. Like expensive watches and fine jewelry.
Britt and the merch buyers and I had pulled those earlier and combined them with donated trips and vacation packages to make some really fabulous, enticing things to bid on at dinner. They should bring a good price. As I'd worked on this event, I kept thinking of how much the money would mean to children like Sophia and parents like Vicki.
During dinner, we were putting on a fashion show with items pulled from the sample sale. Diners could bid on the outfits. One of our models for the Doggy and Me line called in sick at the last minute. The poor dog was sick and had to be taken to the vet. I was going to have to step in.
I called Andrea and asked her to pick up Data and bring her to the hotel just before dinner. I'd booked a hotel room for the night for convenience. If necessary, Andrea could stay with Data in my room until she was needed.
And, finally, there was a contest to see which sample sale shoppers could put together the best outfit made up entirely of items from the sale. We took pictures to show during dinner. The dinner audience was going to vote on their favorite. The winner got a hundred-dollar Flashionista gift card.
It was all going to be great fun. As the closer, Justin was supposed to present the hospital with the earnings from the sale. That had been the original plan. I'd sent him an invitation and a reminder. But he hadn't responded. I was prepared to step in.
I dressed casually, but fashionably, for the sale in flat canvas shoes and jeans. All my volunteers were nervous and excited. At the top of the hour, I gave the command. "Let the shopping begin! Open the doors."
----
J ustin
I got my hair cut and dressed in a suit Kay had had hand tailored for me in Milan, along with a custom shirt. Italian suit. Italian shoes. Italian cologne. Italian charisma and charm? That was open for debate.
I took one last look at myself in the mirror, hoping she liked what she saw. Without the beard, I looked like a high school kid again. More like that geeky college guy she remembered. This could backfire on me big time. If Kay didn't like what she saw…
However, Kay deserved to see who she was agreeing to stay with.
This was my gesture. I was giving her what she wanted. If only she would see that I was also giving her my heart.
----
K ayla
I dressed for dinner and arrived at the banquet hall early so I could supervise the last-minute preparations. The flowers and
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