Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 139

Chapter 139: We Make Our Own Luck 

Brianna

“What are you thinking about?” Joy's voice brought me back to reality.

“I was just thinking about our group, you guys always knew how to show us a good time.” I replied.

I am proud to say I can have a conversation in my native language but still, I know a lot of words, just not always ones strung together in perfect sentences.

“I will say, your accent is pretty good, Jane was awful.” She teased me and got me to snort a laugh. She always has such posh style so she actually enjoyed raiding my closet before helping me pack.

“I never asked what your brother did for work? I know he gave you a lot of very beautiful gifts and I was jealous.” She wiggled her eyebrows at me. 

All the girls we were friends with are actually well off financially. Jane found them, so it doesn't surprise me. The rich seem to flock to the rich, I don't consider myself rich because I don't take very much from my brother. My brother is rich.

I dreaded the question Joy just asked as though. I never know if the lie is believable and I also just hate lying. I can't tell people that my brother is in the mafia, I just can't say that.

“Oh, he is this big-time businessman for a wealthy company. I don't know what the heck they do, but I know it is prestigious.” I replied, I wasn't exactly lying.

She just pushed her bottom lips out and nodded without thinking much of it. That is the response I like getting, realistically, if he did work for some big company, I wouldn't know what the hell he didn't anyway. So, I think that is why the lie sounds so believable. She crossed to my side of the bed and bumped with me. We had been standing on either side, separating the clothes. It made me look up from what I was doing, she is a very pretty girl with a large cupid's bow lip and a wide smile. Her eyes are similar to mine which I don't often see. It is the kind of muted green that isn't as loud as a sparkling emerald. It is kind of pretty though, I always loved that Bryce and I had the same ones. They took after my mother's side which is good even though she isn't.

“You kept spacing out, is everything alright?” She asked me when she came over. I smiled and nodded yes.

“I just have a lot on my mind, I don't want to forget anything. I had some loose ends to tie up with work, stuff like that.” I waved off her inquiry.

“I hate goodbyes.” She said in her cute accent, rounding the bed again to the other side.

“Me too, I have never really had to do one before. When I left it was very permanent.” I cleared my  throat.

They knew some details of my past but not enough even with Calllan, he didn't grant me the courtesy of a goodbye. He stormed out mid conversation with me and never spike to me again. I guess that is what I do to other people, it is not fun being on the other side of it. Granted most of the people I left were my abuser, so that hardly counts.

“Are you sure it isn't about that guy? I know time is ticking down, doesn't he live with your brother?” She read my mind.

“Huh? No, he lives in our building but I wasn't thinking about him.” I lied again. Her small smile told me she wasn't buying it anyway.

“Andrew seems like a fun guy, isn't he going to Port Harcourt with you? Focus on that, he is so handsome.” She said.

She never met Callan or she would understand. There is handsome and then there is Callan Harold. He surpasses that by a long short, he is addictive, alluring, dark, beautiful, sexy and hot. He is perfectly imperfect and it drew me to him, even when I knew it would end in heartbreak. Mine, not his.

“Andrew isn't coming with me to Port Harcourt. He is going with Versace as her public relation agent.” I corrected her, she laughed and it split across most of her face.

“You will be with Versace and he will be with her too. It sounds like you are going together.” She muttered, I rolled my eyes and caught the shirt she playfully threw.

“Coming with me implies something more serious that it is, I will be working with Versace in Port Harcourt and him being there is just a coincidence. You get what I mean?” I tipped my head, unsure if I sound ridiculous or if that made any sense beyond my own head.

“Yes, true. You know the girls and I envy you like crazy. You will be a famous designer one day and I will wear all your clothes, I promise.” She held a pinky up and I laugh, leaned over the bed to link pinky's.

“I doubted myself before but I already designed some clothes for Versace. So I don't think I doubt myself anymore, I think I know that I can do this. If I make the right choice, and stick with the right people, I think I can become Brianna Fletcher, her own brand like Donatella Versace.” I smiled fondly at the idea.

“You have more than people who have been in the industry for years, so I have no doubt.” It was nice of her to say that.

“I got lucky when Callan introduced me to Elizabeth and again when I met Jenet through her. Without that none of this would have come into fruition. And obviously through that, I met Donatella Versace. We just hit it off and I am really lucky.” I muttered.

“You have talent or else meeting the important people wouldn't have mattered much. They would overlook you.” She said something I actually hadn't thought about before, she saw my expression change and knew I had just become thoughtful.

“I have never thought of it that way, I attributed most of this to luck.” I chuckled.

She held a dress up to herself and glanced at the mirror, leaning against my wall and she spoke absentmindedly.

“What does fruition mean? You said it came into fruition, I am unfamiliar with this word.” I laughed a little bit, just by the way she said it.

“It just means when a plan comes together.” I replied, she nodded in understanding but stuck to her original point once she dropped the dress into the luggage.

“We make our own luck. To want to is to be able to.” She said and I really like the sound of that. 

“You will come to visit often when you become famous, Donatella is always back and forth between several places, I am sure.”

The thing is that I don't know how long I am going to be handling Versace. I just happened to tell her my internship was up and I would be returning back home. And he has plenty of work to do in Port Harcourt and that sort of ended that. Andrew contacted me after that, he told me she arranged our flight and everything. The woman is strange in the best way, so I guess our journey continues from there. She hasn't told me what exactly she has to do in Port Harcourt, I work well with her because I don't ask too many questions when he is vague this way. It annoys her when people worry too much, she doesn't believe stress is real, that is of our own making which I guess it sort of true but not entirely preventable. Anyway, I just don't ask too many questions, I go with the flow and it hasn't steered me wrong yet.

“Do you have much that makes you wish to stay put?” She asked.

She must have read something in my expression to ask me such a question. Do I have anything that would keep me in Port Harcourt? I faced that question seven months ago and it didn't end well.

“My brother.” I replied.

“Why are you smiling?” I asked when she said nothing, only keeping her shapely cupid's bow lips tipped up into a smirk.

“No reason.” She fanned innocent. When the luggage was full, we leaned over it and zipped it up.

“Well?” I asked a second time because she never answered the question.

“I just think you have a little more than you let on.” 

“More things or more people?” 

I knew what she meant but still asked so I wouldn't have to answer.

“Baby girl, you were heartbroken for many months, distance was the band aid not the cure.” She said.

“Gosh, Joy, when did you become so wise and inspirational?” I huffed at her. She threw her head back and laughed like nothing bad has ever touched her in the world. She is carefree as Jane because she can be.

“You don't know the word fruition but you know band aid and cure?” I grumbled to myself about her advanced English.

She zipped her lips and waved me over to grab the second large suitcase. Time is winding down more quickly than I would have liked. Am I ready to go back home? What am I afraid of?