Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 133878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
She was curious. There was a lot they hadn’t gone over the night before. “What do I look like? Design wise, I mean. You’re an artist, right? I’d like your opinion.”
“He’s really good,” Shane said.
“It’s not the same. My job is easier. All I have to do is follow my eyes and instinct. I draw or paint or sculpt the things that speak to me. You have to make something functional beautiful. Those designs are neither,” Bay explained. “If I had to describe your aesthetic, it would be clean lines and classic vibes, but with a nod to the future and functionality. Your clothes are wearable.”
Yes, he had her down, and that was the problem. “I design the clothes I like to wear, and apparently that means I’m not high fashion.”
“Very few people wear high fashion,” Bay said with a shake of his head as though he didn’t understand the problem. “I mean I know some people like to see pictures of stars on the red carpet, but I would think you would make way more from designing something a lot of people are going to wear.”
“Well, you would be wrong.” She watched as Shane set the basket on one of the makeup tables. “I’m also into tailoring clothes. Like the shirt Shane’s wearing. If I took it in slightly at the waist, it would create a better silhouette. I suppose that’s not so important to you, but for a woman going into the office, how the shirt wears can be important. It can make the difference between looking professional or slightly messy. But try to explain to an haute couture company that we need to consider how our blouses will fit larger breasts and they laugh because our sizes don’t go larger than a twelve. If you’re bigger than that, they don’t want you.”
“Is that why your clothes always look so good?” Shane sank down to the chair Cleo had recently occupied. “Do you tailor them yourself?”
“Yes, and I know it’s not possible in mass market clothes, but it’s what I love. It’s why I adore designing wedding gowns.” She loved working with actual people instead of simply designing and pulling in some wafer-thin model who wouldn’t ever wear it. “I designed Jen Talbot’s gown and did all the bridesmaid’s dresses. Callie still wears hers.”
“I heard Lucy was getting married.” Bay’s hands went to the back of her neck, and she sighed as he started to rub her shoulders. That felt amazing. “Are you going to design hers?”
She let her eyes drift closed. She’d thought she needed this quiet time to contemplate how to handle them. What if she just went with it? What if she did exactly what Gemma told her to do and took this time to rest and explore the possibilities and enjoy herself for once? She’d already disappointed her brothers. She wasn’t sure how she could make things worse, although they had that dinner coming up. “Lucy’s wearing Ty’s mother’s dress. It’s lovely and looks good on her. I’ll tailor it. I’ll have a harder time with the boys because they’ll want to rent tuxes, and I can’t fix those.” She would use temporary means if she had to so Lucy got the absolute best photos. “I’m going to help Sabrina and her sister shop for dresses. We either have to go into Alamosa or Colorado Springs, or buy one off the Internet and hope for the best. If we were in New York, we would have all the choices.”
Bay seemed to think about that for a moment. “I know a lot of choices sounds good, but I can get overwhelmed.”
Shane nodded. “He can. They put Netflix in the bunkhouse and Bay keeps shuffling through but never actually watches anything.”
Bay shrugged. “What if there’s a better movie?”
“It’s not always about what’s better. It’s about how we make use of the experience, but I get what you’re saying. I’ve lived in the city for the last couple of years, and I don’t understand how fast the world is going until I come home and smell the pine and hear the wind rustle through the grass in the back field.”
“Is it home?” Shane asked. “Because for me home is your place. The place you always want to be.”
“I suppose Bliss is the place I will always come back to. It’s my touchstone, where I know I belong.” Even if her brothers were mad at her. Even if Rachel had been in on the whole PI debacle. She knew she was being stubborn, but she needed time. And she wanted to know these guys a little better. If she was staying with them for a couple of weeks, she might as well talk to them. She would probably hear a bunch of stories about how they were high school superheroes and moved on to rodeo superheroes, where all the buckle bunnies fawned over them. “Where’s home for you?”