Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 145

Chapter 145: Fashion Is My Soulmate 

Brianna

Callan makes a mess of anyone who gets too close, there is nothing public or friendly about him. He keeps out of the spotlight for that very reason, he doesn't want to exist on paper. He runs an empire right under our noses and you would never know it.

“Has Dontella told you about the process it takes to get to the plane?” He asked me, I tipped my head in confusion.

“I have taken an airplane before.” I chuckled at him. He laughed back at me, though I didn't understand at first.

“Brianna, you aren't flying commercially. Versace takes a private jet and you are going to be on it.” He shocked me by saying that.

“Huh? I thought I was flying commercials…since when?” I had my jaw on the floor.

“That was before Dontalla decided to join you, has she mentioned anything about that either? I won't be surprised if she didn't but I usually get some updates for the purpose of my job. I know bits and pieces.” He told me.

“I am sorry I am still hung up on the private jet part. I could have flown commercial. Who the hell am I to be on some private jet?” 

“You are Brianna Fletcher and talented muse of Versace, legend in fashion history and the current industry. Get used to this, darling because I don't think your life is going to continue on so quietly. You are with us now.” He rubbed my shoulder and brought me to his side.

With us now, what the hell did that mean?

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Today, I learned how one goes about entering a private jet. You don't walk into the airport with the commoners, you have something called an Fixed Base Operator that handles all the private security checks. You wait in no lines, you enter the plane very quickly. All this was way out of my element, so I just followed along with the gentleman who was meant to pick me up and bring me to this airport in the first place. I didn't arrive with Dontella or anything, so I just trusted this man would get me where I needed to be and he did.

I was still a bit awestruck when Dontella, Andrew and a few people from her team all entered the plane with me, Andrew laughed at my face and I can only imagine how my expression must read now. A private jet is smaller and much more lavish, their seating looks more like sofas than actual uncomfortable airplane chairs. All fine leather of course and most turn into beds for proper sleep. The tables are in-between the seats that face one another, Andrew already sat down at one and pulled out his laptop to do some work.

Private staff come and offer you a variety of things you didn't think you could get on an airplane. Whatever comes to mind when you think of a very famous fashion designer's jet is probably exactly what it looks like. I was overwhelmed by it all, and took a seat in the back corner where there wasn't so much movement. We have more than six hours on this plane, so I just wanted to get settled in. Maybe catch some sleep, so the time difference doesn't kick my ass when I arrive there. The thing about Dontella Versace is that she lets misinformation be told about her and doesn't correct it because she likes being elusive. She is an old woman but just how old is she? The woman likes vision and ideas but hates reality and business. She leaves the rest to the other market, she doesn't touch business the way you would think, it is all about creation for her and I liked that. When she sat beside me on the plane, I knew just about anything could come out of her mouth right now. She is just that kind of person, she can say something funny, controversial or inspiring. Or she can ask me to pass her the salt, who knows. She might sit in front of you and draw a quick caricature that she is well known for.

Another thing to know about her is her obsession with her cat, I am not kidding. The networth of that cat is more than you could imagine and she pampered the cat more than I have ever been. The cat is very cute and she is very fond of her. She had joked one time that would marry her cat. It is odd that you hear nothing about her personal love life.

“What have you left behind? What are you greeting again?” She asked me with no context. I must have looked confused bec she chuckled lightly.

“Your face, it speaks even when you are quiet.”

I didn't know why I decided to do it, but I found myself talking about Callan with the woman. He listened and nodded, not interrupting which she can often do.

“Fashion is your first lover, this makes sense to me. Other lovers may come but fashion, this is your soulmate.” She told me.

“Is that how you feel about it for yourself?” I found myself asking.

“You hear so many things about, who is Dontella dating? I have never be overly concerned with these things, I had a lover once but not how people think a lover should be. I never touched the boy romantically though I loved him as a person. He inspired me with his beauty, I was younger, this story have you heard? It is like the movie.” She told me.

I was fascinated so I leaned forward and asked if she should continue. She fixed her dress and posed herself to start speaking. She told me a few details about the story and I was perplexed at the intimate details she was willing to give me. Saint Laurent is another fashion designer whose name is major in the fashion industry. The two knew each other, it was her who brought Dontalla this great fashion rivalry that changed history forever but they were friends.

“Did you know we had this in common? I too entered a contest to win an opportunity with a fashion house and I won. And yes, Laurent entered the dress category and won, this is how we met.” She explained.

“Really? I do know a lot about your career but I don't think I knew the details of it. Is that why you held a competition like that? To give someone a chance like you were given?” 

“It is pretentious just to label couture or other designs as for this person and not for that person. It is for anyone who cares for it. The same goes with a vision, we do not want the same people doing the same thing when there are hidden gems all over the place. I saw your drawings and your spirits through your work, I knew this will be important one day. If not me, someone would have seen it, so I took it first.” She smirked at me.

For the good majority of the flight hours I spoke with the talented genius that is Donatella Versace and we spoke on lovers, fashion competitions, designs where we both get our inspiration from. She told me sometimes it comes to her like a drama even while she is awake and I knew what she meant. It made her very happy, she says people don't understand free spirited vision. We talked about fashion being a lover because I liked her words on that earlier. She mentioned that Callan might have been a lover but that I already had one before and even after him. If I had to guess, I would call her a-sexual because she doesn't seem very physically interested in people in a sexual way

 Maybe I shouldn't put a label on it, she has plenty of muses, she has called me one of them but it isn't in a raunchy way. She treats it as art.

“How long do you think we will work together?” I found the courage to ask her as the Port Harcourt skyline was coming close into view.

“Until the inspiration is gone.” She replied, tapping the table between us again, showing those leather fingerless gloves. She stood up and told the flight attendant to bring her her diet coke, she loves it.

After such a deep conversation with the woman you consider your idol, you can be overwhelmed but in a good way. I won't lie and say she still doesn't make me very nervous because she does, heart racing nervous. Only because I aspire to be like this one day. I want someone she likes and someone who impresses her. So I usually get fidgety and nervous for a while but when we fall into a groove conversation or when we were working together on a project, it eventually faded out into something else.

With Port Harcourt below us, I wasn't feeling the nervousness of sitting in front of a woman you admire, I was feeling the adrenaline of knowing you are about to enter the city of a man whose very presence threatens your once stable existence. Meeting Donatella Versace was life altering, meeting Callan Harold was life shattering.