In the sewing room (S1 Ep.6-9)

Rose and Kat

By early afternoon we were already in the sewing room. With the work we advance on the beach the motivation to continue in front was present. However, there was this feeling inside, which sometimes gain space and other times retracted, but still there, the fear of failure, the fear of not be up to our own desire. And everything around us influenced, by the mere detail that seemed, had its impact.

Rose: We have less than a month for the Festival and we still have much work to do! – I pronounced as I glimpsed the boxes to fill in.

Joan: If necessary we do extra hours. Don't worry.

Rose: While I finish these pieces, would you pass today's work to the computer?

Joan: Of course! If you want, then I pass the contacts of the requests to the email as well.

Rose: That would be great. When you're done we have to work on promotional posters. To see if we can order earlier this week.

Joan: All right. Will be a few weeks filled, but we'll make it!

And no doubt they were. However, were a compensatory few weeks by the satisfaction result of our work, despite all the doubts, despite the curiosity that, day by day, it was increasing. Because during these days that followed, I didn't see Seth, but even still I was not able to forget him. Truth to be told, if it wasn't for the practice, I barely left the house.

We were full of work, but we hadn't how to hire help. Our hope was on a positive result of the sales at the Summer Festival. The orders of the girls from school, were enough for the expenses and for some extras, yet was very little.

We dreamed of opening our store, a chain of stores, doing parades as a show for crowds, run the world presented our collections. For this, we would have to work much more. With a small presentation at school had started an adventure for us, that every step became more captivating and I wasn't going to give it up.

Our project was composing at every challenge, every achievement. Even my mom had already been dragged to help us and she promised to continue to help if we drop not the notes in the next school year.

Friday, August 9

After practice, I followed home alone, Joan went lunch with her sister. And, with the help of Carol, she was preparing a surprise... Shortly after hearing the knock on the door of a car that seemed to come from the front of the house, Joan had arrived to the sewing room.

Joan: Hello! Designing a new collection already?

Rose: I had some ideas and didn’t want to miss them!

Joan: Look what I got!

Rose: The posters? They're ready, good! One less worry!

Joan: Still nervous about going to the stand?

Rose: It's a mix of emotions. The practice left me more relaxed, but when I got home and I saw the boxes, the reality that we are so close to the Festival settled again and left me so nervous, as anxious.

Joan: One week only to go! We have almost everything ready. It's going to be all right.

The nerves and anxiety reflected nothing more than the fear of facing this new phase. Knowing how important was this exhibition, had not helped me... But when I recalled the look of that strange man, I felt serenity. Whilst focus on our objective, whenever I felt my heart speed up I concentrated at the moment in which I saw him, breathed deeply and continued what I was doing… The memory of his presence helped me through this week and motivated me, too, because the desire remained with wanting to see him again, even if was only for a second.