Showing posts with label Bergdorf Goodman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bergdorf Goodman. Show all posts

Saturday, January 30, 2021

Falling for a Dark Soul Update

FFADS Chapter 23 on FFn

FFADS Chapter 23 on AO3

FFADS Chapter 23 on fanfiction.online

FFADS Chapter 23 on Stars

FFADS Chapter 23 on Wattpad



The following day, Edward and I went to the office with our bags. He also pulled some strings with his attorney to discuss setting up my will, just in case. Jason Jenks came over early. He was an older gentleman, about Phil’s age with bright blue eyes and a friendly smile.

“So, you’re the beautiful Bella that I’ve heard so much about,” Jason grinned, shaking my hand. “Why are you with him when you could be with me.”

“Stop flirting with my girlfriend, Jenks,” Edward grumbled, tossing a pencil at his attorney. “You’re here to work.”

“I know, I know. Besides, my wife would kick my ass,” Jason chuckled. “What can I do to help you, Bella?”

“I don’t know if Edward told you my story, but I’m my half-sister’s legal guardian. A little over a year ago, my mom and my stepfather were in a car accident. There was a drunk driver and they were killed instantly,” I explained. “I don’t have any other living relatives and I want to make sure that my sister is taken care of, in the case that something happens to me.”

“Bella, you’re young, healthy,” Jason argued.

“So were my parents,” I snapped back. “Phil had high blood pressure, but he was healthy. My mother? She suffered from migraines around her time of the month, but she was healthy. They were killed by some asshole who didn’t think to before getting behind the wheel after he had too much to drink. Accidents happen and I can’t have my sister be thrown into a situation where she’s lost another parent.”

“Okay, Bella,” Jason nodded. “What do you need from me?”

“First off, I want to set up a trust for my sister to make sure she’s provided for, similar to what she has now from my parents,” I said. I handed him a copy of my parents’ estate and paperwork from when they died. “I don’t foresee myself dying anytime soon, but I want to make sure that she’s okay.”

“I’ll take a look over this and fashion a similar document for you, Bella,” Jason explained.

“I also want Edward to be Katie’s guardian,” I said. “He adores her like she’s his own and I want her to be with someone who will love her, unconditionally.” Jason blinked to Edward with wide eyes. He apparently knew of Edward’s struggles with his emotions, but not necessarily of his complete past. “Edward’s a part of my family. He is my family.”

Edward took my hand, threading our fingers together. His eyes were soft and he gave me the most adoring smile. I could tell he wanted to kiss me, but we made some very clear rules that our relationship would remain away from the office. People knew we were together, but we didn’t flaunt our relationship or make people uncomfortable.

“Okay, that works,” Jason nodded.

“If something happens to Edward and me, I want Katie to be in Edward’s parents’ care,” I said. “I may be paranoid, but …”

“I get it, Bella,” Jason grinned. “It will take some time to get things set up since I need to look over the information you’ve given me from your parents’ passing. I hope to have something for you in a month or so.”

“Okay,” I sighed. “Is there a way that we can make note of Katie’s guardianship relatively quickly, though? I’d like to have that set in stone.”

“If something happens to you, I’ll make sure your wishes are followed,” Jason said, reaching over and taking my hand. I nodded. “Here’s my card. If you need anything, just give me a call.”

“Thank you,” I smiled.

Jason stood up, grinning at Edward. “Keep her around, Edward. I like her. She’s smart. Probably smarter than you.”

“More than likely,” Edward snorted. “Thanks for coming in today.”

“Anything for my favorite client,” Jason smirked. “Though, you’ve been replaced, Cullen. Bella’s my new favorite client. You are a distant … very distant second.”

“I can feel the love, Jenks,” Edward deadpanned. “Go earn your retainer, asshat.”     





Saturday, May 26, 2018

A Modern Day Fairy Tale Update

AMDFT Chapter Eleven on FicPad

AMDFT Chapter Eleven on FFn

AMDFT Chapter Eleven on Stars

AMDFT Chapter Eleven on AO3

AMDFT Chapter Eleven on Wattpad


“Girl, a limo with champagne and a private session with a buyer at Bergdorf’s? Your man is loaded,” Angela cackled, drinking her second glass of bubbly. “And this actually champagne. FROM FRANCE! See?” She held up the bottle, her eyes wide behind her chic glasses.
“You’re cut off,” I deadpanned, taking her glass, finishing it myself and putting the flute into the holder in the rear of the limo. She pouted. “Angela, Masen is doing this for me and I don’t want to come off as being white trash. Even though, according to my lovely sister, that’s what I am.”
“Fucking bitch. You are not!” Angela sneered, crossing her arms angrily. “You are the epitome of grace and goodness. Alice is the trashy one. I bet she lost her virginity in the back of van on prom night, with her skirt hitched up around her waist.”
“That was you, Ang,” I giggled.
“Oh, yeah,” she smirked. “But, I wouldn’t put it past her. That girl is a walking-talking STD.” Crossing her legs, Angela looked at me expectantly. “Speaking of sex … did you have any with smexy, foreign man? He’s sex on a stick with all that hair … I could just imagine it between my legs.”
“Angela!” I hissed. “Seriously?”
“I saw him leave the bakery a few days ago. I only saw his ass and his hair. Yummy,” Angela nodded, holding up a fist. “Don’t leave a girl hanging …” I rolled my eyes, bumping my fist with hers. “Now, back to this dress thing. What color are you looking for? Something bright and bold or classic and refined?”
“I’m thinking classic and refined, with a pinch of sexy,” I shrugged. “Not TOO sexy, but enough to leave him wanting more.”
“That’s my girl,” Angela beamed. “So, tell me about your date? Did you get some action?”
“You’re like a guy, Angela,” I snickered as we pulled up to Bergdorf’s. I blinked up and gulped. “I never thought I’d be able to shop here.” We got out and were greeted by the manager, leading us to the top floor with the couture gowns. “I came here once with Mom, just before she discovered she was pregnant with Alice. She had a gift certificate from a friend. We talked about what we’d buy, but all we could afford was a new scarf and it wasn’t even the whole thing. Mom had to pay for part of it with cash.”
“I bet Renee had fun with it, though,” Angela said, threading her arm through mine.
“Oh, totally. We got dressed up in our best clothes, acting like we were all posh. But, we weren’t. We’re from Brooklyn,” I snickered. “It was a nice fantasy for the day, but this isn’t me.”
“Bells, you deserve the fantasy … more than that, you deserve the happily ever after! I know that you had a great life lined up in Greenwich,” Angela said. I looked over at her, unsure as to how she found that out. I hadn’t told her about my job or anything prior to my return to New York. “Your dad spilled the beans. He was heartbroken that you had to give up your dream to come back here after getting his diagnosis. He’s hopeful that you’ll still be able to teach.”
“My certificate has lapsed. I’d have to take more classes in order to become a certified teacher, which means more money. Money that I do not have,” I said as we stepped off the elevator and onto the shimmering level high-end fashion. “Holy crap. This is … unreal.”
“This is how the other half lives,” Angela said. She walked over to a dress, looking at the price tag. “Fuck, this isn’t a dress. It’s a studio apartment in Alphabet City.” I turned on my heel, wanting to head back to Brooklyn. This was too much. “Oh, no, you don’t! Live a little, Bells.”



Bella's Dress

Earrings from Masen


Pendant from Masen











Monday, May 21, 2018

A Modern Day Fairy Tale Teaser


“Girl, a limo with champagne and a private session with a buyer at Bergdorf’s? Your man is loaded,” Angela cackled, drinking her second glass of bubbly. “And this actually champagne. FROM FRANCE! See?” She held up the bottle, her eyes wide behind her chic glasses.

“You’re cut off,” I deadpanned, taking her glass, finishing it myself and putting the flute into the holder in the rear of the limo. She pouted. “Angela, Masen is doing this for me and I don’t want to come off as being white trash. Even though, according to my lovely sister, that’s what I am.”

“Fucking bitch. You are not!” Angela sneered, crossing her arms angrily. “You are the epitome of grace and goodness. Alice is the trashy one. I bet she lost her virginity in the back of van on prom night, with her skirt hitched up around her waist.”

“That was you, Ang,” I giggled.

“Oh, yeah,” she smirked. “But, I wouldn’t put it past her. That girl is a walking-talking STD.” Crossing her legs, Angela looked at me expectantly. “Speaking of sex … did you have any with smexy, foreign man? He’s sex on a stick with all that hair … I could just imagine it between my legs.”

“Angela!” I hissed. “Seriously?”

“I saw him leave the bakery a few days ago. I only saw his ass and his hair. Yummy,” Angela nodded, holding up a fist. “Don’t leave a girl hanging …” I rolled my eyes, bumping my fist with hers. “Now, back to this dress thing. What color are you looking for? Something bright and bold or classic and refined?”

“I’m thinking classic and refined, with a pinch of sexy,” I shrugged. “Not TOO sexy, but enough to leave him wanting more.”

“That’s my girl,” Angela beamed. “So, tell me about your date? Did you get some action?”

“You’re like a guy, Angela,” I snickered as we pulled up to Bergdorf’s. I blinked up and gulped. “I never thought I’d be able to shop here.” We got out and were greeted by the manager, leading us to the top floor with the couture gowns. “I came here once with Mom, just before she discovered she was pregnant with Alice. She had a gift certificate from a friend. We talked about what we’d buy, but all we could afford was a new scarf and it wasn’t even the whole thing. Mom had to pay for part of it with cash.”

“I bet Renee had fun with it, though,” Angela said, threading her arm through mine.

“Oh, totally. We got dressed up in our best clothes, acting like we were all posh. But, we weren’t. We’re from Brooklyn,” I snickered. “It was a nice fantasy for the day, but this isn’t me.”

“Bells, you deserve the fantasy … more than that, you deserve the happily ever after! I know that you had a great life lined up in Greenwich,” Angela said. I looked over at her, unsure as to how she found that out. I hadn’t told her about my job or anything prior to my return to New York. “Your dad spilled the beans. He was heartbroken that you had to give up your dream to come back here after getting his diagnosis. He’s hopeful that you’ll still be able to teach.”

“My certificate has lapsed. I’d have to take more classes in order to become a certified teacher, which means more money. Money that I do not have,” I said as we stepped off the elevator and onto the shimmering level high-end fashion. “Holy crap. This is … unreal.”

“This is how the other half lives,” Angela said. She walked over to a dress, looking at the price tag. “Fuck, this isn’t a dress. It’s a studio apartment in Alphabet City.” I turned on my heel, wanting to head back to Brooklyn. This was too much. “Oh, no, you don’t! Live a little, Bells.”