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bebe novak; bai; 28 march 2012
soundtrack: the world i know; collective soul
Warning: This story is really long and it's a lot of exposition but I am setting you up for drama to occur later. I promise!
I strolled into the office this morning at a quarter to nine with a tray of Starbucks in hand. I listened to my Giuseppe Zanotti booties clicking against the marble floor. The day hasn’t quite started at the offices of Mademoiselle Magazine. I still had about ten minutes before the phones started ringing off the hook and my own heels were drowned out by a stampede of Jimmy Choos. My Chanel tote bag was heavy on my shoulder. It was packed with my portfolio. Molly had asked me to do research on the high schools and organizations attending the Fifth Anniversary of the Elizabetha A. Sackler Center for Feminists tonight. Molly Maguire, age 37... I think, is my boss. She had asked all of the fashion interns to do it but only two out of three would get the honor of attending. When I made it to my desk, Quinn, as usual was already perfectly perched in the seat next to mine.
“Good morning, Quinn,”. I said.
I put my bag down on my chair and the tray on my desk next to my computer. I handed Quinn her grande cafe mocha. We exchanged kisses on the cheek and I took my seat.
“Good morning,” said Quinn.
Quinn Radcliffe, age 23, is my fellow fashion intern at Mademoiselle Magazine. She is prim, proper, and professional. She desperately wants to be chosen as Molly’s assistant next fall so she takes every task we are assigned extremely seriously.
“Hannah’s not here yet?” I asked, though the answer was obvious.
“What do you think?” Quinn retorted, “Typical,”.
Hannah Alvarez, age 21, is the other fashion intern in our trio. She is a college senior who hasn’t left the party yet. Three words to describe her: young, wild, and free. Hannah is usually late because she commutes from Harlem. I usually cover for her... and Quinn usually complains about it.
Every day, I balance these two contrasting personalities. It’s a full time job in and of itself.
“It’s two minutes to nine. We can’t wait for her. The portfolios are due. We have presentations,” Quinn rattled anxiously as she began to head for Molly’s office down the hall.
“I know, I know,” I said, “I’m coming!”.
I placed Hannah’s Starbucks cup on her desk. Then I tried to juggle my portfolio, my grande vanilla dirty chai latte, and Molly’s venti caramel macchiato as gracefully as possible. Thankfully I made it to Molly’s office without spilling or dropping anything.
“Thank you, Bebe,” said Molly.
I reached across the desk to hand her the cup.
“My pleasure,” I chirped cheerfully.
“Hannah is obviously not here,”.
“Astute observation, Molly,” said Quinn. Only too happy to bring Hannah’s tardiness to everyone’s attention.
“I am sure she’s almost here,” I said.
“Don’t make excuses for her. She’s late every day!” said Quinn.
Molly wasn’t going to put up with the bickering this morning. “Are you girls ready with your presentations?” asked Molly cutting Quinn off.
“Then let’s begin,” said Molly, “Quinn, why don’t you start?”.
“I’d love to,” she said.
As Quinn began to go over her research, which was probably exactly the same as mine, Hannah rushed in. She had her Starbucks cup in one hand and her portfolio in the other. I knew she was trying to make it look like she had been there all along. Too bad Quinn blew her cover. I tried to offer her a comforting smile. When Quinn was finished, Molly took notice of Hannah.
“Thank you for joining us, Ms. Alvarez,” said Molly with a raised brow.
Hannah smiled weakly.
“Bebe, let’s hear from you,” said Molly.
“Well, I actually found out that my high school is attending the event tonight,” I said.
“Then, that’s it,” said Molly, “Bebe’s going because she has connections. Quinn is going because she did the work and Hannah... you are not going because, as hard as you tried to hide it, you are late. So, you will be reorganizing the intern closet today,”.
“I understand,” said Hannah.
“You are dismissed for now. Please report back with an update of your progress at two o’clock,”.
Hannah exited the room like a puppy with its tail between its legs.
“As for you two, I want this information memorized for this evening. Lots of important people from our world will be there. Please make a good impression and don’t embarrass me. The event is semi-formal. Quinn you may want to leave early and meet us there so that you can change. Bebe I think what you’re wearing is fine. Brody Wright from photography will be coming with us tonight. Make sure he takes few pictures of you for your blog,”.
“Thank you, Molly, but that’s really not necessary,” I said twirling my hair nervously.
I should have known that Brody would be coming tonight. I flipped my hair over my shoulder and with it I threw away my nerves. I had no reason to be nervous. Brody Wright, age 24, is just a boy. A boy I happen to work with.
“Nonsense! You should have the pictures for the blog. Now, both of you get out! I have work to do too,”.
I got up and Quinn followed me back down the hall to the intern closet. We took our seats at our desks. Poor Hannah had already begun re-arranging accessories. She looked positively miserable. I could tell that Quinn was trying to restrain herself from teasing me about Brody so I buried myself in research about Fierce Feminists Unite.
When I arrived at the event that evening and the car door opened, there he was: Brody Wright. His tousled black curls falling in his big green eyes. He was holding the door open for Molly and myself. He extended his hand to help me out of the car.
“Good evening, ladies,” he said, “You both look ravishing,”.
“You’re sweet to flatter an old lady!”.
“You’re not old, Molly!” I said.
“Can I get a picture?” asked Brody.
“Yes, of course,” said Molly putting her arm around me and striking a pose, “Brody, make sure you takes lots of pictures of Bebe tonight. I want them to go on her blog,”.
“Molly, that’s really nice of you but I-”.
“Bebe, you have been with us a year now. People associate you with the magazine. Your blog has been getting a lot of buzz lately. People are talking! People are watching! The quality of the pictures is beginning to matter. Please, let Brody take some pictures. It will be good for the magazine,” said Molly.
“Wow, I didn’t know all that was happening. Um... Well, sure! If its better for the magazine then I guess its alright with me,”.
“Good, let’s go in. Quinn will meet us soon, I hope. It’s not like her to be late,”.
I followed Molly in and left Brody on the curb with the other busy photographers.
The event was relatively boring. When Quinn finally got there, she was eager to take over so, I wandered off to mingle. It wasn’t long before I saw a familiar face.
“Is that Bebe Novak I see?”.
“Headmistress! How are you?”.
“Oh, Bebe! I am not your headmistress anymore. You don’t have to call me that. But these girls do! These are some of the seniors at Constance: Lily, Anna, Zoe, and-”.
“Bridget Nelson! I am the most recent editor in chief of The Constant Sartorialist,”.
“Oh, good! It’s still going!” I said.
Just then Molly and Quinn caught up with me.
“Headmistress, this is my boss at Mademoiselle Magazine, Molly Maguire and my co worker, Quinn Radcliffe. This is the Headmistress of my high school and some of her students,”. I said.
“Ms. Maguire, it is an honor to meet you. I would love to work for you someday,” said little Bridget shaking Molly’s hand.
“You remind me so much of Bebe,” said Molly smiling.
“Seriously, B! It’s like a mini you!” said Quinn.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” said Bridget.
“Bebe Novak is one of my biggest success stories. Sure, I had other girls that went on to study at the Ivy’s but they sold their souls to do it. Bebe really found herself at Constance and when she did she stayed true to that. So happy for your success with the blog: The Importance of Being Bebe. So glad you stuck to it! How’s your mom, dear?”
Ugh. Of all the things to bring up.
“She’s good,” I lied... well, not really, I guess... I can never tell with her, “She’s dating someone new,”.
“Oh, good for her! Do you like him?”.
“Just about as much as I like all of them,”.
“That bad, huh?”.
“Well, I mean, this one isn’t so bad. He’s very supportive of my ambitions to be an editor so, that’s great!”.
“Good, good! You look so healthy, Bebe. It was great to see you, Sweetie,”.
“You too, Headmistress! Nice meeting you girls! Bridget we’ll be waiting for your application,” I said.
“You can count on it!” said Bridget. Headmistress and the girls drifted back into the crowd.
“I had no idea you were such a bigshot in prep school,” said Quinn.
“Actually, I struggled a lot. Fashion was my escape. It made sense to me. I liked to express myself through my clothes which was sometimes challenging under the rules of the Constance dress code. That woman you just met convinced me to start my blog while I was serving detention in her office,”.
“You did detention?!?”.
“Molly, I see Bee Shaffer. That must mean..”. said Quinn eyes widening.
“Yes, I am sure she is here. Bebe, keep a lookout. If you see her, find me. Quinn, you come with me,” said Molly as she walked off. Quinn followed closely behind.
I saw a flash out of the corner of my eye. I turned to lock eyes with Brody who lowered his camera to grin at me.
“What are you doing?” I asked playfully.
“My job,” he said snapping another picture, “Come on, Bebe! Give me a pose,”.
I humored him striking stereotypical model poses. Brody laughed which made me laugh. Our eyes met again.
“You really do look beautiful tonight,”.
Suddenly, I felt warm. Butterflies flew all over my stomach. I put my hand against my cheek to check if I was blushing. Yup, I was blushing. Great. I lowered my eyes to the floor. I still couldn’t help but smile. Quick! Say something nice about him!
“You look pretty cute yourself,”.
I think I noticed that he blushed too but it might have been wishful thinking or in my head or something.
“So, this Friday my buddies and I are going out to this place called Tortilla Flats. You should come by with some of your friends. It could be fun. I hear the margaritas are great!”.
“Tortilla Flats, huh? Yeah, maybe I will go. I’m always down for a little party,”.
“I was hoping you’d say that. So... I’ll see you there?”.
“Yeah, maybe. I’ll have to ask my girlfriends if they’re free,”.
“Okay. Yeah, cool,”.
“I have to get back to Molly,”.
“Right. Okay. See you then,”.
And with a wink Mr. Wright sauntered off into the night.