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story block and I guess it was more like an attic with four
large triangle shaped windows running from the floor to ceiling and looking
skyward. It was my escape, my hideaway; I got it for a bargain given Dad was in
property development and when I bought it, it was just a big open plan room.
I’ve designed it with a catwalk right down the middle of the room, made of
timber and about two feet off the ground. My brother Jason made it for me. When
I’m doing fittings, most of the girls love it when I get them to do a run of the
catwalk to see how their outfit falls as they walk. For the brides, it’s like
walking down the aisle. Some nights I put on the music and just dance along it
for a workout and it’s been a while since gymnastics but I can do four front flips
in quick succession allowing enough room so I don’t fall off the end.
     I also have a formal platform for
brides and girls getting formal dresses to stand on when I’m fitting. It is a
perfect timber square and about a foot off the ground. It shows the fall of the
dress and with all the fabric and often petticoats of tulle, it lets me check
every layer is where it should be. One wall is also all mirrors for clients to
see their outfits and for me when I’m doing my gym workout. I push myself harder
if I can see the muscles working. The mirrors also reflect the trees outside
and as luck would have it, I had a great view of Nik’s back, shoulders and butt
reflected in the mirror while I was fitting his front. Yep, when it comes to
room design, I’m not just a pretty face!
    Along the windows I have three
antique mannequins that look super cool, a row of vintage hat boxes and hat
stands, and two small two-seater white leather sofas facing each other but
separated by a glass coffee table. A big screen television hangs on the wall
and that’s my living area.
    My bedroom’s on a timber suspended
floor that juts out from the wall, supported by poles and reachable by a spiral
staircase. There was no way Nik was going to get up there in his state last
night. Underneath it was my private bathroom with a big bath and frosted glass
shower doors that led to some great shadows if you wanted a peek show. On the
other side of the room was the guest room and en-suite with the Nik-christened-sofa—he
was the first Saints’ player ever to lie there and, I hoped, the last. Plus, I
had a special cat run near the large triangle windows for Prada. He loves to look
outside and watch the birds in the branches of the trees and on the eaves.
Mom’s worried that at twenty-three I’m too young to live alone, but I love my
space and my place. I’m surrounded by people all day and here I can just let my
imagination wander, play my music and create.
    I gave Prada a hug, asked him
about his day as I prepared his dinner and then changed into some jeans and a
black hoodie. I heard my phone ping with a text. That would be Saffron my
sister—twin sister—late as usual. She was coming over to discuss her wedding
dress for the big day in ten months’ time—a big church wedding with one hundred
and thirty guests, so far—and she was trusting me to make her dress. We were
going to buy the four bridesmaids’ dresses, thank fuck for that, and of course
the theme color was purple, the color of the saffron flower.
    I was kind of envious, not of Saffron
or of her getting married, nope all good with that, but she was marrying a guy
whose surname was Flowers. So envious—she’ll go through life now as Saffron
Flowers... I wish. My sister was a primary school teacher—she loved children
and so did her fiancé who was also a teacher. They intended to have hundreds of
kids which I was very pleased about—if they could just replace themselves and
me in the world, that would take a lot of pressure off me.
    I grabbed my phone but the text
wasn’t from Saff, it was from Nik. I glanced to the clock; he must have just
finished training.
    NIK: So, Sasha, R we on 4 Friday?
Would luv 2 show U a good