Sundays At Tiffany's Novels & Stories

They pushed through the doors into the timeless elegance of Tiffany & Co. The interior was all white and chrome and that signature blue, with glass cases displaying jewelry that cost more than most people's cars. A sales associate approached immediately, her smile professional but warm. Mid-forties, perfectly coiffed, wearing a navy suit. "Good morning. Welcome to Tiffany's. How may I help you today?" "We're looking for an engagement ring," Wyatt said, his voice carrying just enough for nearby customers to hear. Playing it up. "Something special for my fiancée."

"Wouldn't call it trouble." "All right then." Raymond checked his watch and waved at the others. "It's late. Let's head out. I've got to rush back to Brimcrest tonight." The Hutton family's rules were strict. Tomorrow was New Year's Eve, and everyone was expected to be at home early. Once the group entered the elevator, Raymond hesitated, then turned back to Sydney. "Didn't see Tiffany today. Where is she?" "She's…" Sydney looked to Julian. Seeing him nod, she answered honestly, "She went home for the New Year."

Sacha stepped through the doors of Tiffany's carrying himself with pride. In here he was well known by the ladies. He was always in a good mood surrounded by the lovely ladies of Tiffany's, he was a generous tipper, and was always fairly respectful. Or so this was how Sacha viewed himself at the very least. He would begin the night pleasant enough but once he began drinking it could take a turn towards the much uglier side, and unfortunately for the poor women working at Tiffany's he drank frequently and heavily. He would get handsy and at times verbally abusive if he didn't get his way. For instance one such time he ran out of money, claiming he would bring the money after going to an ATM.

Since she was busy with her new job, we have hardly seen each other through these two weeks, so a girl's day out doesn't sound so bad. I wore my cobalt blue sundress and matched it with the same coloured heels. I kept my make up minimal and then went to the mall to meet Tiffany. "Hi beautiful!" Tiffany hugged me the moment we met. "Hey there beautiful!" I greeted. Tiffany was actually beautiful with her gorgeous oval face and pitch black hair. She was petite but she was a bombshell. Her girl next door vibes and friendly persona were charming. I still remember the day we met in middle school and how she took me under her wing and made me feel included in the new environment.

Sandra stared at her backside as she walked away,she swayed her hips till she was out of sight. She had only one thing going on in her mind,and that is taking revenge on what was done to her. She died the tears that were about to roll out as she remembered how the both of them started. They were not best of friends,there relationship can't even be called friendship cause all they say to each other is greetings. Tiffany was jobless at that time and they always see each other in the street and greet each other,she had approached her back then to ask if she was interested in working at there fashion industry cause she remembered that Tiffany had told her that she was a fashion designer.

Those are in the back, only available if you know to ask for them. Sunday is the best day. It’s the day that we stay open the shortest amount of time. It’s the one day a week that I get to sleep in. Then Meadow and I make a huge breakfast and when we close the shop at 5pm, the three of us go to the park and enjoy the fresh air. It gives Tate a chance to run around and get rid of his pent-up energy. I get to sit on the park bench and enjoy the fresh air, letting all the stress of the past week and the upcoming week wash away for a short time. Today, however, I get a call in the middle of the afternoon. Beta Gwen.

So her father undeniably spoiled her rotten! Bianca rolled her eyes. "Did y'all bitches listen to a word I just said?" "Yeah, yeah. Let's make it this weekend. We'll go bikini shopping and also set our hair for the camp trip." Rihanna murmured distractedly, poising in front of a large dressing mirror in an elegant fur coat. "That's not what I said you dweeb! And where in the world is Tiffany?!" She yanked breathlessly. Just then, Tiffany strolled in with a big smile on her face, holding a tray of cookies with some juice.

Those are in the back, only available if you know to ask for them. Sunday is the best day. It’s the day that we stay open the shortest amount of time. It’s the one day a week that I get to sleep in. Then Meadow and I make a huge breakfast and when we close the shop at 5pm, the three of us go to the park and enjoy the fresh air. It gives Tate a chance to run around and get rid of his pent-up energy. I get to sit on the park bench and enjoy the fresh air, letting all the stress of the past week and the upcoming week wash away for a short time. Today, however, I get a call in the middle of the afternoon. Beta Gwen.

She wished it'd be sooner. "Can't we make it earlier? Please? I'm eager to try out my new products." Tiffany pleaded. "Tiffany... I might be busy during the week. I don't want to promise you anything, you know. Besides, I'll be going on a business dinner with the boss during the week." "A dinner date?" She asked wide-eyed. Her heart leaped for joy. Finally, she'd gotten a piece of information after days of trying. "Yes. There is a client we are to meet. And, as his assistant, I need to be there with him."

I managed a tired smile and shook my umbrella off before coming in the rest of the way and hanging my jacket on the hooks at the back of the room. “Morning,” I said, wincing as I burnt my tongue on a sip of the scalding hot coffee. “What’s on the agenda today?” Tiffany squinted her eyes to look out the window before looking back down at the pile of paperwork in front of her with a frown. “Well, I was going to suggest making our rounds to the sports teams today,” she said, “but it looks like the weather decided to throw a wrench in that plan. So, I guess we’ll just try to get through this paperwork.”