[I'll have everything else done tomorrow and thanks to everyone who helped with the always difficult choice of picking a model lol]
name: Bridget Price.
quote or lyric to describe you character : Style is knowing who you are, what you want to say, and not giving a damn. -Gore Vidal.
likes: Coco Chanel, bright colored heels, The Rolling Stones, fashion magazines, cuddling with Hunter, spending time with her sisters, traveling, Project Runway.
dislikes: tacky fashion Trends, every actress/singer/reality tv star who thinks they should start a clothing line, immature people, people in general (95% of the time), birds, sickeningly skinny models, not getting enough sleep, really bad coffee.
style: Very girly. (floral prints, dresses, and skirts.)
previous occupation: Personal shopper. education: Graduated from Fashion Institute of Technology.
bio: Bridget is a b.tch. It's as plain and simple as that, she's the girl who will tell you what everyone else is thinking but is too nice to say. To say Bridget doesn't get along with others would be a bit of an understatement, in fact the only people she really cares for are her boyfriend, (some) of her family members, and maybe a few select friends she has here and there. She doesn't really see the point in making nice or friends when she's working hard to become the next Rachel Zoe.
model: Olivia Palermo.
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[@chrissykinz - Can i apologize in advance for how sucky this is?]
I rubbed my tired eyes not allowing them to close, which they so desperately wanted to do. My body was telling me to sleep but i couldn't not until i found (and ordered) the exact vintage Chanel dress that Mrs. Preston demanded i find before the weekend was over.
"What are you still doing up?" Hunter's heavily Irish brogue voice questioned, rubbing a hand over his tired face and kicking off his shoes.
I squinted my eyes to get a better look at the tiny clock at the bottom right corner of my laptop, "It's only 2 am." I stated with a shrug, "I need to find this dress for Mrs. Preston or it will be my ass."
"Aye." Came Hunter's muffled reply as he pulled his shirt over his head, "I don't know how you put up with that woman."
"I put up with her because it's my job." I said matter of fact, "It's not like i have to be best friends with her." I said slightly shuddering at the thought. I didn't do the whole best friends thing.
"I didn't even know that word was in your vocabulary love." Hunter laughed.
I rolled my eyes, " I didn't know that words besides aye and lass were in your vocabulary."
"You need to get some sleep or else you'll be more b.tchy than you usually are." Hunter stated pulling the blankets down on the bed, "Come cuddle with me?" He asked once he was comfortably situated.
I clicked the little checkout box. I had finally found the damned dress and only after searching for 7 hours, "You're lucky that you're Irish and cute or else." I warned closing the top of my laptop and rubbing my over tired eyes.
"Empty threats love." Hunter grinned lazily.
"We'll see how empty they are when i become the next Rachel Zoe and leave you behind." I joked, not about the Rachel Zoe part of course just the leaving him behind part.
"Stop talking and go to bed." He ordered pulling my body closer to his.
I closed my eyes and sleep immediately took over , as did my dreams of being the next Rachel Zoe. Yeah, dream big Bridget.