Post by RAVEN COSTA on Nov 27, 2016 2:37:17 GMT
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[attr="class","bbraventhreadtalkingtext"]It'd been a long, hectic day with the boutique store bustling to life with a steady stream of customers flowing in and out of her shop. In between Thanksgiving and Christmas, this was often one of the busiest times of the year, which she had no complaint about, considering it provided a great deal lot of revenue for her business, but sometimes she wished it hadn't taken up so much of her time away from her son, who was currently being attended to by a close friend of hers. But seeing a young woman or man walk out of the store with a big, happy smile plastered on their faces was rewarding enough; she liked the warm, buzzy feeling that it gave her, seeing her customers walk away from her with a little piece of her work and happiness.
Being a designer and fashion stylist had been a life-long dream, and even though as the owner of the store she didn't need to be there all the time, Raven still liked to be there, helping others pick out an outfit and interact with the customers who often regaled her with a quirky story or two. Most people often assumed that she was this scary (although that bit of hers wasn't entirely wrong), unapproachable person, especially with all her tattoos and bold fashion style, but in this space, she felt the most happiest and herself. Well, she was also the happiest with her son and family, but the boutique was basically her second baby too, as she'd basically built it up from scratch and her own money. She never once touched the Blackwood family money, even though it was there. Any money that came from that family, was considered blood money, and she didn't need such tainted money.
Shaking off the thoughts about her family, Raven gave a soft sigh as she pivoted on her heel to turn to a customer who'd asked for an opinion on a dress that had been pulled off the rack. As she did so, a small, diplomatic smile smoothly slid in place as she gave a nod, brushing her long, dark tresses over her shoulder, and murmured quietly with the young woman, giving some styling tips as she picked out some accessories to go along with the navy cocktail dress. "If you add a touch of some rose gold colors as an accent, I think this would be perfect on you. Try those on, and let's see how they look on you," she suggested, to which the customer gave a shy nod and took both items before running off to the dressing rooms.
At that moment, the bell above the entrance door jingled, signaling yet another arrival, and Raven swiveled on her boot to greet whoever had come, "Welcome to Fantastical Wonders! How may I help you?" The words rolled off of her tongue in one smooth, fluid sentence, as if she'd been used to repeating that greeting by now.
Being a designer and fashion stylist had been a life-long dream, and even though as the owner of the store she didn't need to be there all the time, Raven still liked to be there, helping others pick out an outfit and interact with the customers who often regaled her with a quirky story or two. Most people often assumed that she was this scary (although that bit of hers wasn't entirely wrong), unapproachable person, especially with all her tattoos and bold fashion style, but in this space, she felt the most happiest and herself. Well, she was also the happiest with her son and family, but the boutique was basically her second baby too, as she'd basically built it up from scratch and her own money. She never once touched the Blackwood family money, even though it was there. Any money that came from that family, was considered blood money, and she didn't need such tainted money.
Shaking off the thoughts about her family, Raven gave a soft sigh as she pivoted on her heel to turn to a customer who'd asked for an opinion on a dress that had been pulled off the rack. As she did so, a small, diplomatic smile smoothly slid in place as she gave a nod, brushing her long, dark tresses over her shoulder, and murmured quietly with the young woman, giving some styling tips as she picked out some accessories to go along with the navy cocktail dress. "If you add a touch of some rose gold colors as an accent, I think this would be perfect on you. Try those on, and let's see how they look on you," she suggested, to which the customer gave a shy nod and took both items before running off to the dressing rooms.
At that moment, the bell above the entrance door jingled, signaling yet another arrival, and Raven swiveled on her boot to greet whoever had come, "Welcome to Fantastical Wonders! How may I help you?" The words rolled off of her tongue in one smooth, fluid sentence, as if she'd been used to repeating that greeting by now.
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