Calista Kosko (_possessed) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-06-12 15:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-16 |
All the pretty faces
Who: Calista and Whisper
Where: Local fabric store
When: Early evening
So the truth had finally came out - Quentin never really cheated on her. Well, it was far more complicated than that, but knowing that he didn't do it to harm her made her feel better. The fact he wasn't upfront with her in the beginning still didn't sit well with her, but at least there was hope now that maybe something could work out with the two of them. Calista wasn't entirely sure, but she hoped things would work out. Now that they were on speaking terms again, this meant that there was a new bounce in the girl's step. Once she was done with the calls requesting her medium assistance, she had the rest of the evening to herself, which meant one thing - shopping.
There was a particular dress design that she had finished sketching out and she grown quite particular to it. Took her a while to come to a conclusion what colors and patterns to make it, but after a week the sketch was done, which meant she could head to a fabric shop to pick up the needed materials. Stepping foot into the store, she flipped her long hair over her shoulder and took out her sketchbook to glance at the color palette she had selected. Reds, greys, and blacks. Not entirely the typical color range that Calista wore, but maybe it would make her stand out in a good way. With the book in hand, she slowly searched the store for the appropriate fabrics, not entirely paying attention to what was going on around her. If there was someone else in the area, she was probably bound to bump into them eventually... or step on a toe or something. Being aware of what was going on around her was never Calista's forte.