Miracle

I thought about Becca as I quickly weaved through the hustle of people making their way to work in the city. She was priceless.

I cut across the small park beside another city café, nearly half running in anticipation at seeing BJ. My new low-cut ankle boots were slowing me down as the high heels caught momentarily in the grass.

Becca had also decided to wear her similar low-cut ankle boots today, but in a dark red shade, with black tights and matching scarlet tunic. She complimented her outfit perfectly, being adorned with the latest blue and purple twist ‘n’ shine necklace, from the new range of color-blend accessories in store, the sparkling colors highlighting her dark blue eyes, and smooth, brunette, shoulder length hair. We were often in sync about our clothing choices, turning up to work with similar outfits, much to our amusement when she first started to work at Exquizit, sometimes bursting out in laughter at first sight.

Becca always complimented the latest fashion trends and fads with her own personal twist and style to her outfits, and her professionalism and maturity was really starting to shine through at only eighteen, nearly nineteen years old.

She reminded me of myself starting out in the fashion industry, and I could see so much promising potential that she quickly became my new store manager in under a year. Her warm rapport with the customers, natural current fashion style always perfectly reflecting the image of the company, and her enthusiasm in really wanting to learn more and achieve set goals made her fit in perfectly at Exquizit.

There was also another girl I had on staff so far, Rosey, who came in to work at weekends to manage the shop. She was a shy, nice girl, who enjoyed the part time hours and work experience while she studied at college.

I passed a little magazine kiosk by the street corner, only a few shops away from Exquizit. One gossip magazine poster in particular, caught my attention. I stared briefly at a photo of myself out in LA, alongside other celebrities, on the cover. I ignored the headline and didn’t bother picking up the magazine to see what the article would have to say. I kept walking, quickly shrugging it off.

As I began weaving through more people walking on the street I reached into my way oversized handbag, to find my way too small cell phone, to send BJ a reply text. I had to concentrate as it felt as if I was walking up a one-way street of people urgently walking in the opposite direction. I started typing in on my way when my phone began ringing. Glancing at the screen before answering, my first reaction was concern. The most heartwarming and gracious smiling face was dancing on the screen, Alezmé.

“Hi Momma.” She giggled as I answered the video call with a grin now replacing the concern on my face.

“Hey, aren’t you in class?” I replied, thinking of the time.

“We’re at recess. Hey, Ruby asked me if I can go to her place for a PJ party on Friday…can I go instead of staying at Nan and Poppa’s?”

“That’s cool, Honey. Nan