Iva's POV :

It was nine when we left. I practiced alot with the books. After making them fall 100 times, I was finally able to have a good walk with them resting on my head. But it doesn't mean I have become a pro. There's alot more practice I need. I was fearing but deep deep inside in a little corner there was a bit of excitement too. It looked so easy and effortless when they used to walk displaying the designer trendy clothes. It was a treat to the eyes watching these beautiful models. Now I know how hard it is. Well every work needs hardwork and dedication. Nothing is easy. It's us who make our work easy only if we love to do it.

The next day I and Ana went to Stella Cruz's office. The office was big. There was a reception counter in the center and stairs on either side of the counter. Everything was a combination of white and black. The floor, the wall, the flower vase, the colors dominated the office.

A blond receptionist welcomed us with a bright smile. Ana asked for an appointment  for Stella Cruz to her. After turning few pages of the register, she said we can't get the appointment till Saturday as the schedule is totally packed.

''But the show is on Saturday. Please I want to meet her. It's urgent.''

''I am sorry Ma'am but it's out of my reach. You should have fixed an appointment before.''

''Okay thankyou.'' I said to the lady and grabbed Ana's hand.

''How can I be so careless?  I should have taken appointment way before. I knew she is a busy woman. Oh!!'' She scribbled her hairs with her long nails. Clearly she was very frustated, she didn't even cared about her delicate manicured nails while scratching her head, which breaks easily.

''Ana stop. It's okay. You are reacting too much. We have other stylists in town she's not the only one.''

''She's not the only but she's the best. You can't compare anyone else from her. The other stylists you are talking about have done courses in her institute. She is a woman with a magical wand.'' Ana said the last sentence in a squeeking tone.

''It's okay. We will come tomorrow. If we still don't get the chance to meet her we will go to some other stylist okay. I don't think they will be bad. Maybe you are underestimating them just because of Stella.''

''I don't know. My brain is not working. ''

''Since when you have become so anxious Ana?  You react more even in pety situations. What's the matter?''

''Nothing. It's just the exam I tensed about. I don't want my plans to fail. It's very important to me!''

''I know. Now let's go.''

The moment we reached for the door to exit, the receptionist called us, ''Excuse me Ma'am! Stella Cruz wants to meet you.''

I looked at Ana. She was already smiling.

We waited in the waiting area. Stella was busy with a client and it was taking a decade for the  client to come out. After forty five minutes long, a middle aged woman with black eyes and black curly hair tied in a bun came to us and took us to Stella Cruz's office.

''Ma'am these are our clients. Miss Ana Gates and Miss Iva Jones. The lady said in a mild tone. I noticed she looked much like Oprah Winfrey, my favourite. Finishing up the introduction she left.

Like her whole office, her cabin too had a combination of white and black. Stella gestured us to sit.

''So how may I help you?'' she said with a bright smile. She was probably in her mid thirties. Her face was glowing like a bulb. Cherry lips and emerald green eyes. How wonderful she looked. After all it's her job to look presentable all the time in order to handle clients.

''I am a student of Manhattan fashion school and she's Tia, my model. The school has a fashion show which is actually an exam for us students. The show is on Saturday and as you see, she needs a makeover.''

I smiled and tried to remain quiet and calm, not showing my nervousness to Stella and embarrass Ana.

''Manhattan fashion school.. '' she paused and the continued. ''I am invited to attend the show in the eve.''

''That's great!'' Ana said.

''But we have a little problem here. You see, today is Wednesday and I have other clients too. I am going to France today night and will be coming back on Friday morning.'' She said. Like her appearance, her voice too was not failing to show Sophistication.''

''That's totally okay Stella. We will take appointment of Friday, if that's okay?'' Ana asked, her eyes looking at Stella for assurance.

''Well I am glad that you are adjusting the day, but I am afraid that i can be in your service only for three hours. If it's okay with you?'' Her eyes were glued on me the whole time. Why she is staring so much? It's making me very much uncomfortable.

''Three hours? That will be just fine with us as we need a temporary makeover only for the show.'' Ana responded quickly.

''Temporary makeover?'' She was astonished.

I knew what she was thinking. Why would any nerdy girl wearing baggy clothes, oil on her hair will do a temporary makeover when she has a chance of a permanent makeover which will make her beautiful forever.
But my case is different. I am happy being like this. My aim is something more big than just being beautiful.

''Well, okay then. Three hours will be sufficient.''  SHe smiled. Her emerald eyes were surprisingly looking at me.

                      *****

The next day I told Cody to handle the shop for an hour. I had an appointment for my Psychiatrist Mrs. Juliet Parker.

I entered her cabin.

''Good Morning Iva.'' she greeted me from across the big polished wooden table.

''Good Morning Juliet.'' I responded.

She then told me to sit and rolled the round squeezing ball towards me.

''I am dissappointed with you. You haven't visited me since two months. You know your follow-up is on every Thursday.''

''I am sorry. But I was feeling better with the medicines so I didn't felt of bothering you.''

''Who say you bother me? I like talking to you Iva.'' she paused and then after thinking a while she continued, ''So everything is all right with you now?''

''Yes. The headache has almost dissappeared. I am having peaceful sleep these days.''

''Are you sure? Because your mom said me something else.''

What?? Mom!! Why does she says everything to her. I am already fed up with the medicines.

I cleared my throat. ''In these two months, only at one night he came. Mom said it was a nightmare. But it was really hard for me to believe. I actually sensed his breath. His touch. The pain when he stabbed my stomach with the sharp knife. I felt the terror in my room. But it dissappeared when Mom and Alex entered into the room.

She gave a deep sigh, ''Did you saw the stains of blood on your clothes?''

''No I didn't.'' I said sarcastically. I knew what she will tell next.

''Iva I think you also know by now that it was a nightmare and not actually him. He is in jail and he can't run out of the prison. The security is tight.'' She the looked at her watch and said, ''Don't worry. He can't reach you. Today's session is over. See you in next Thursday.'' She said.

''That's it? You are not going to give medicines?''

She looked at me. Reading my face and after a moment she chuckled.

''What?'' I was confused.

''Iva I have changed your medicines and it has been a month. Your mom took the prescription from me.''

I remained silent and shocked.

''Your mom was in a great stress thinking about that night. The medicines seemed to lose it's effect so I prescribed new medicines. This shows how much careless you are regarding  your health. You don't even see what medicines you are taking?''

''I don't know. I really don't know.'' I said grabbing my hairs in a bunch.

''It's okay Iva. Don't think much. It happens sometimes with everyone. I just wanted you to be aware of your medications.''

''Thank you Juliet.'' I stood up, hunged the bag on my left and exited her cabin in dilemma.

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