Feelings (1)

Jian smiled as she said by to Miss Ophelia after lunch, and she went home. Jian was reviewing the model's list when she heard the doorbell. "Strange," she thought her mother had the keys so who else would be at the door.

"Jian looked at the phone to check the time and she then got the call. "John is that you at the door?" Jian asked getting up and he smiled saying, "Yup." Jian sighed before walking out to open the door.

"Who is that?" Jian asked as she looked at the man next to Johnny. John smiled saying, "This is Sergei my mother's lawyer, I needed his help carrying these." John pointed to a few boxes on the side of the door as Jian nodded asking, "And what are these?"

"Something you will like," John said as she stepped aside and the two brought the boxes inside. "John, I am leaving now, if you need anything call me," Sergei said as Jian smiled passing him a bottle of water, "Thank you," she said as he nodded taking the bottle before walking out. Jian turned to Johnny as he pouted asking, "What about me?"

"Johnny," Jian said her arms crossed and he sighed saying, "There old sewing supplies, my mother's old apartment in New York held a bunch of them when we went for the property tour after the will reading, so I brough a few that you might need or like."

She watched as her expression softened and he glanced at the boxes. Jian smiled as she walked forward wrapping her arms around him, "Thank you," she said as he sighed holding onto her as well. She smiled gently pulling away asking, "How are you feeling?" He smiled at her saying, "It still hurts but I feel better now and plus I can take you to meet her hopefully soon."

Jian nodded as she said, "That would be nice." He smiled saying, "Ya, now let's get these boxes opened." She smiled as she grabbed a knife from the kitchen before the two started to cut the box open.

The spent the next few hours organizing the different materials, from fabrics and threads, to needles and pins, to dress forms and rulers. Then John helped Jian place them in her room but many things she kept inside the box like the fabrics, rulers, threads, and needles.

"This is a little too much don't you think?" Jian asked and John nodded as he sat down and Jian sighed laying down next to him.

"Johnny, I have good new about Miss Ophelia," Jian said and he smiled glancing at her as she continued, "she's giving me a chance to show case 5 of my best designs on her show, but she would like them done by the end of June." He frowned saying, "Isn't that too short of a deadline."

Jian nodded and she sighed before saying, "It's extremely close but this is the best opportunity I can get at my age and experience level, so if I don't take it, it would be a waste."

He smiled laying down next to her as she asked, "What about your day?" He sighed saying, "We finished the funeral today and then the will by 12. After that we toured a few buildings that mother left for me to manage and also her old home here that she left to me..."

"How about your casting?" John asked and Jian smiled saying, "I don't know about the first one but the second one I got the job, and I have another one tomorrow and on Wednesday, then work on Friday for a little catalog shoot and a practice on Saturday, and Sunday mother wants to eat out."

He smiled saying, "I guess there's no time for me then," as a way to tease her yet she surprised him by saying, "What do you mean, you can pick me up on tomorrow after the casting and we can spend time together in the evenings, plus you can always spend the night on Saturdays, and we can go to dinner together on Sunday I just need to let mom know."

She looked at him counting with her fingers and he smiled as he calmed his fast-beating heart saying, "Jian," he paused taking in a small breath before slowly reaching to hold her hand continuing, "thank you, for this."

She smiled looking away at the ceiling intertwining their hands saying, "Just don't forget, we have 5 designs to complete." He laughed and she joined him as they laid down in silence for a few minutes enjoying each other's company.