Entry #6—Before the Party at Andrew’s Job

Entry #6—February 6^th, Saturday

Dear Diary

Today is Andrew’s business party. My nerves are killing me. I’ve tried on the dress hundreds of times and I’ve practice walking with my new high heels around the house.

Andrew called awhile ago, he is picking me up early at 6:30, so we can stop by the hospital and then head on over to the party, which starts at 7:30. I called the salon to see if they could give me an early appointment so that I could get my hair done and makeup. It’s humid outside and I’m afraid my hair might fizz.

I’m not sure what else to write. It’s 11:00am, I’m still in my PJ’s. Dad is at the hospital doing a surgery, and mom is out at her support group. The house is very silent, so I turn on the TV to watch the news. Suddenly I see Gregor on the news. The anchor girl is interviewing him.

“Hi, I’m Lynda Green, Broadcasting from Headquarters of Style-Faze magazine. I’m here with Gregor Hythel, supervisor of the department. His recent fashion show was a huge hit, so lets see how he feels about this…”

I picked up the phone and dialed Marc’s number as fast as I could.

Marc: Hello?

Me: Turn on the TV on channel 14. They’re interviewing Gregor!

Marc: What? Really?

(I heard him turn on the TV)

Gregor: I started showing an interest in fashion when I was in high school. In college I was lucky enough to find some very good teachers in college and I had very supportive friends. My family was hesitant of me entering such am industry…

Interviewer: Your designs have shocked everyone with it´s originality. There is rumor of a second Run-way show next month. Are you excited?

Gregor: Of course I’m excited. However I won’t be able to enjoy the moment until after the evening is over.

Interviewer: I see that today you are wearing one of your own designs, but where is your trademark blue jacket?

Gregor: Oh, (smiles and winks at the camera) I´m not wearing that today because my special someone is taking care of it for me.

(on the other side of the phone I could hear Marc asking over and over “did he just say ‘my special someone….’?. I smiled and allowed him to have his privacy listening to the TV. I hung up and turned off the tv when the weather man came on.)

I have to run up to take a shower; it’s almost time for me to get going to the hair salon.

I’ll write later!!

Desiree