Deceptive Perfection

[Biondo Sorto]

<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Garamond">Deceptive Perception </div></span>

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Kaylynn Emma Robertson
21 years old
Toned, athletic figure from years of dance, honey blond hair, blue eyes, Caucasian, gorgeous legs that everyone wants
Major: Fashion Design

Yelissa Ali Marie Lafayette
20 years old
Half Black/Half French, 5’3, athletic yet curvaceous figure, black hair, green eyes
Major: Musical Major but is a Model
Hobbies: Modeling, Singing, playing violin and piano, ice skating

Prologue
Kaylynn Emma Robertson
“Kaylynn Emma Robertson.”
Kaylynn smiled as she walked onto the stage and grabbed her diploma. She looked out toward the audience and smiled at her parents, who were smiling proudly at their daughter. After the ceremony was over, they walked over to their daughter.
“Were so proud of you Kaylynn.”
“Aww mom….” Kaylynn smiled as she hugged her mother.
“You did us right, Kaylynn. I’m so proud of you.” Kaylynn smiled at her father before they turned around and headed toward their limo. That was they way life was supposed to be….
I woke up from my dream and looked around. I sighed. It was just a dream. I was really living in my house in London, England. I sighed and shook my head. It also meant that I was stuck in a world where I couldn’t escape. I started to get out of bed and get ready for the day when my maid walked in. I pulled my robe around me and smiled.
“Hey Eli. How are you?”
“Fine madame. What would you be having for break’ feast?”
I sighed and debated what I wanted.
“I suppose it’d be too much for just a bowl of cereal, huh.”
“Not at all m’am. Hot or cold?”
“Cold.”
“All right m’am,” she started to walk around the room when she stopped and looked toward you.
“Oh m’am, I forgot to tell you. Your mom and dad had to leave. Another meeting in Paris. They should be back a couple of days from now.”
I sighed and nodded.
“Thank you Eli. That would be all.”
Eli nodded and closed the door. I sat back on my bed and sighed. Today was the day I was going to present my art work to the directors. If I was lucky, one of my designs could possibly become marketed. They had promised they would show up. I smirked at the thought. Promised. That was a word my parents excluded out of our vocabulary a long time ago. I remembered being a child performing in a recital, hoping to see their smiling face among the many parents. They never were. It took a while for me to get accustomed to the life of a Robertson. I didn’t expect that they would choose money over their daughter. Then again, they never expected me to be in their life, period.

Yelissa Ali Marie Lafayette
I stood in the small dressing room full of roses and looked at myself in the mirror. Was I really as lucky as my friends said I was? I grew up in a home that was loving, I always had support. I had a twin brother that was there for me, and I had a mother who would die for me. I once had a loving father too, until he died of colon cancer. I was only eight then. I took up modeling when i was sixteen. My mom had said I was perfect for it, despise the fact that I was short. It was a hurdle to overcome, but it was fun. I was able to have my music and allow modeling to be my income for college. When I did get accepted into Guidhall, I was overcome with excitement. I wasn’t going to go down the same path as my mother and father, and actually go to college. Everything has gone the way that I liked it. With the exception of modeling. Yeah, its fun, but its not my p[arse]ion. My p[arse]ion lies with musis. The one thing that my mother didn’t’ understand,
“Yelissa!”
“Mom!”
I turned around and looked at my mom. She smiled.
”The limo’s here.”
“Ahh. And my twin brother.”
“Ramon decided to head in early.”
“Ahh.”
I know the truth. He had decided to go out and party.
“Well lets go.”
“Wait,” my mom took off my gl[arse]es and handed me my contact case.
“We can’t leave without these.”
I looked down at the contacts, then her and smirked.
“Mom, are you serious?”
“You owe the public this much. Celebrities are not ugly and they don’t wear gl[arse]es. I’ll wait.”
I sighed as I turned around and started to put my contacts in.
“You look absolutely horrible with those gl[arse]es. I didn’t birth a pig.”
I blinked back a couple of tears and then looked toward my mother.
“Better?”
“Hmm, hold on darling?”
She grabbed a clip and put it in its place and looked toward my face.
“you always had a pig face. Hmm, it’s a shame. Other than that you would be perfect. Oh, you would have to loose a couple more pounds of course. Come, the limo waits.”
I sighed as I grabbed my backpack and stalked. Yeah, this was my perfect life.

[Luv_98_Degrees]

sounds like a great story!!!! please continue!!!!!! :Big Grin:

[Kristen07]

Glad you like it, Mabel! My add will hopefully come this weekend. I plan to do some serious story writing.

[Luv_98_Degrees]

i can't wait to read some more of your writing, Kris!! :Big Grin:

[Kristen07]

At last.... Chapter 1! I apologize for the shortness, but I hope y'all like :)

~Chapter 1~

Nerves filled my body as I drove my sliver BMW to the showcase. Today was the day I had been working so hard towards for several years. All my life I had been adjusting my design skills. Contrary to popular belief, I still get nervous like ‘normal’ people, even though from the outside it still looks like I get everything I desire. Being a rich kid isn’t all it’s conceived to be. Sometimes, I wish this wasn’t my life. Still, I couldn’t complain too loudly because it brought opportunities for me that may be present otherwise.
I sighed, pushing my brown Coach sungl[arse]es further up my face. No one I knew would be there. My friends had other affairs to attend to, my parents were on a business rendezvous in Paris, and who knows where my boyfriend, Shawn Radcliff, had run off. My parents had promised that they would be there, but my life had been filled with broken promises from them. Over the years, I’d taken their promises with a grain of salt because I knew they probably wouldn’t follow through. There were times when I wondered if they even had a daughter. I groaned. I couldn’t get upset about it now; I had to focus on the task at hand.

My cell phone went off.

“Hello?” I asked.

“Hey Kaylynn.” It was Shawn. Wow, how nice of him to call.

“Hey Shawn, what are you doing?”

“About to get into a meeting with my manager and agent. I just wanted to call and wish you best of luck on the showcase today”

I gave a half-hearted smile. He actually remembered! Lately, he had forgotten the majority of my important dates. “Thank you. I’m still really nervous, though.”

“You have no reason to be. You’re extremely talented and there’s no reason one of those designers won’t pick up at least one of those designs”

“I hope so” I pulled up in front of the building “Well hun, I gotta go; I’m there”

“Ok, baby. I love you”

I sighed inwardly. I always said “I love you” back to him… but lately I hadn’t felt it as deeply as I used to. He hadn’t done much to make me love him. “Love you too, Shawn” I hung up, sighing. “Things used to be so good between us” I thought. “Come on Kay, you can’t let this haunt you now! You have to professional” I got out of the car, took my briefcase and purse out and shut the door. “Well fashion design world…. Here I come”

[Biondo Sorto]

All right, nice add!!! I'll be adding my part either tonight or tomorrow.....either or.

[Biondo Sorto]

Ok, here it is for ya!!! Enjoy!!!


Chapter 2
Yelissa Lafayette

I stared at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a light tan skirt with a dark chocolate top. I had debated against wearing my new fur boots or sandals and had finally decided to just where some heels. I had put my hair up and it was now in a ponytail, each curl cascading toward down my back. I had been iffy about my make-up and finally decided to just put on some mascara and eye-shadow. I suppose I looked beautiful. The only thing missing now was my contacts. I sighed as I took off my wire-framed gl[arse]es and felt for my contact case. When I did find it, I slipped each one in, cautiously and slowly. Aside from the fact that I was completely blind I also had sensitive eyes; this prevented me from wearing different color contacts. When I was done I slowly walked into my large, walk through closet. I found the purse I had earlier dumped contents in, and grabbed a suede jacket. I was barely putting that on when my mother and manager walked into the room.
“Are you done yet?” my manager, Lorenzo asked impatiently. Lorenzo was a good man, but his one flaw was his impatience. He was the reason why I hadn’t been late to any of my engagements since I was 16.
“I’m done. You know it takes forever for me to put in my contacts.”
Lorenzo nodded and started to fiddle with his palm pilot. My mother had walked over and started to help me adjust my jacket.
“Nice. Very perfect. Oh, your going to be beautiful at this…what is it again?”
I sighed as I turned from my mother and muttered,
“It’s a fashion showcase for new designers.”
“And why are you going again?”
“Because,” I checked myself in the mirror once more.
“Kaylynn is having her stuff featured there. I promised I would go out and see it. Now that the shoot is cancelled, I can go off and do just that.”
“Oh yes, your friend. I really don’t see why you [arse]ociate yourself with her?”
I looked toward my mother and shook my head.
“You wouldn’t understand. Listen, I’m planning on going out for dinner after this so your just going to have to do without me tonight.”
“Fine. I was looking forward to spending some time alone.”
Lorenzo looked from me to my mother and sighed.
“Tricia, everything is going to be fine. I actually suggested going to this place, to check it out.”
“My daughter thinks that I am a natural idiot so I’ll let it go.” My mother walked out of the room and I sighed.
“The women is just trying to find ways to annoy me.”
“I don’t think she does it intentionally.” Lorenzo said as we headed out the house.
“You think she actually does it because she loves me?”
“In a way, yes.”
“Lorenzo you live in another world. You did say that the car was here, right.”
“Yes, madame.”
I smiled at him as I checked myself one more time in the mirror and then opened the door.
“Lets get this over with. I’ve been dying to see Kaylynn.”

I sighed relief as I got out of the black Pontiac and looked up at the design center in which the showcase was being held.
“nice to not have photographers not be on your every move?” Lorenzo asked, walking up beside me.
“I don’t think people know how truly relieving it is.”
“Well, there may be some inside so don’t get your hopes up too high.”
“I’m not. There here for the people, not for me.”
I started to walk toward the building when Lorenzo walked up beside me.
“You know, you don’t have to baby me twenty four seven.” I smirked, giving him a glance.
“Its either baby you or lose you. I rather keep my job and baby you.”
“I suppose.”
We walked up the steps and into the air-conditioned building. I took off my sungl[arse]es and glanced around the place. It was a very nice showcase, one of the best that I had been too so far. All of London’s emerging artists were here, including Kaylynn. She was standing by herself sipping champagne when I noticed her.
“Kaylynn!!”
I smiled as I walked up toward her.
“Ali?”
“Yeah, how are you?” I smiled, giving her a huge hug.
“What…… what are you doing here? I though you had a photo shoot…”
“It got cancelled. The photographer got sick off of selfish or something like that.”
I smiled and looked at her.
“Now again I ask, how are you?”
“I’m sorry.” She smiled, shaking her head.
“I just can’t believe that you’re here. I’m doing fine.”
“That’s good. Have you gone up yet?”
“Excuse me ladies”
Lorenzo interrupted us and I smiled.
“Sorry Lorenzo. Kaylynn, you remember Lorenzo.”
“Of course.” She smiled, giving him a hug. Lorenzo smiled.
“Well if you ladies can excuse there are some very nice gentlemen walking around here….”
“Go off you.” I laughed, hitting his bum with a program. He winked and walked off.
I laughed and looked back toward Kaylynn.
“Okay, back to the matter at hand. Have you gone up yet?”
“No. Can’t you tell by all the champagne I’m drinking?”
“Suppose I should have.” I laughed and looked around, then frowned.
“What?” she asked.
“Where’s Shawn?”
She frowned as well and sighed.
“He had somewhere to be….”
“What do you mean?”
“He had-“
“Shut it. I don’t believe he stood you up again.”
“At least he called.”
“Its still rude.”
“Not really. He called.”
“Fine, fine. I won’t speak no more about it.”
“I know you disapprove of Shawn but I really do love him.”
“Which is why I’m going to drop it.”
I looked around some more and noticed a small group of men and women walking over with business suits on.
“Bloody Hell. Are those your judges?”
Kaylynn turned around and groaned.
“I take that as a yes.”
“It is.”
“The best of luck. I’ll come back over when there done with you.”
She groaned again and I gave her a hug.
“Your good Kaylynn. Don’t let them bring you down.”
She smiled as I turned around and left, leaving her to fend for herself with the judges.

[Kristen07]

Ooo... i think I found some elements to incorporate later... hehe. mucho likes :)