Post by savan kiara vega on May 3, 2013 13:05:32 GMT -8
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Savan had finally given in to her adopted mothers ridiculous requests to go with her to Italy on a inspiration trip. Her mother for all intensive purposes found great muse from Italy and its beautiful surroundings. They always featured some way in her new designs. Savan was normally set in her ways, not wanting to be involved in the grand schemes of fashion design but she had given in before. A couple of years ago she had given in to the constant pestering to be a child model for one of her new lines. It had been fun, she had enjoyed every second of it but she did not want her mother to see that she had this much fun or she would be roped into everything she did.
She did love her adoptive mother, but there was only so much she could take from world renowned Merida Vega; a fashion designer to the stars and their children. Her ego was sometimes too big for her own good. But most fashion designers had the same problem. Savan was just a little worried about that world. Her low self esteem prevented her from seeing herself in the way everyone else did. She was not the model-esk beauty that so many had said she was. All she seen was a scarred monster.
She had only agreed to come with her mother this time as she had heard a lot about Italy in the past few weeks and was excited to experience it. But the trip came at a cost for her as well. Her mother only allowed it if she would do a few modeling shoots for her. On this occasion she had of course agreed.
But she was glad that she had. From the second they had set down in beautiful Italy she had loved it instantly. Today she was free to do as she pleased, so had decided that she would explore the area around her. Modeling did have its perks though, she had got to chose anything she wanted from a few of her shoots to keep. She had chosen a purple dress and a pair of Giuseppe Zanotti shoes. She had paired them today with over sized shades and a white sun hat. She chose not to wear much make up just one coat of mascara and transparent lip gloss.
She felt like she was melting. Having came from such cold countries she was rarely experienced heat like this. She found herself walking near a clock tower, there was a fountain just in front of her. Taking the last few steps she dropped down onto it as a seat. Fanning herself with her hand she blew air up to move some strands of her raven locks from her face. She had to sit down for a little while or she would collapse.
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TAG?! - Sulpicia ^^
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NOTES?! - Hope its okay ^^
