Coco Chanel Saved My Life by Danielle F. White Read Free Book Online Page B

I knew only that they were very expensive and boring parties, organized in historical villas with little gravel paths that ruined my heels, where I always met relatives that I hated meeting, who always asked me: “And you, Rebecca? When will you marry?” I had never liked weddings and now – single with a broken heart – I liked them even less. I didn’t think I was the right person to help some corny couples in love realize their dream.
    â€œWeddings?” I asked with a puzzled tone. “I thought, hoped, you would have assigned me to organize fashion events, boutique openings, art gallery exhibitions…”
    â€œAt the moment all other positions are filled. We really need new creative people for our new exciting adventure: the weddings division.”
    The more I thought about it, the more I realized it wasn’t the right work for me. I could do any kind of thing, even organize dogs’ beauty contests, but not weddings. No way. I detested brides, sugary music, wedding cakes full of calories and lace and chiffon dresses. But most of all, I didn’t want to work in the name of love. I hated love.
    â€œListen, Paolo… May I call you Paolo?”
    â€œSure, Rebecca,”
    â€œI’m sorry but I don’t think I’m the right person for organizing weddings events. I never married and my parents divorced when I was a kid. I don’t think I have any feeling for wedding parties. In addition, I am single.”
    â€œDon’t worry Rebecca, at the beginning you’ll be led through the process by a colleague who will explain everything you need to know: music, cakes, wedding rings, white doves and flowers. She will train you until you are ready to be on your own. We’ll make you the best wedding planner on the scene.”
    He smiled and stood up to signal that our conversation was finished. So I had to organize wedding receptions. In fact, I would become the best wedding planner in Italy, more, in the entire world! I felt a slight sense of vertigo.
    Paolo led me to the door and explained where the office was of the person who would introduce me to the joys of weddings. He shook my hand: “Welcome Rebecca.
Every day will be an event
.” He quoted the ad that made the agency famous.
    The little bit of enthusiasm I had found to face my first day at work began to abandon me. But I decided to find the courage to hold on, at least until the end of the day.
    I took the elevator to the fifth floor. I checked myself in the mirror and didn’t like what I saw.
    When I got to the wedding planning department, I asked for Valentina De Bois. I quickly counted five people. A short girl, with very tight jeans and a navy silk shirt – which revealed her generous cleavage – walked towards me. She also had on a pair of faux leopard boots with heels so high I couldn’t figure out how she could walk. But she seemed very comfortable, as if wearing slippers. Her skin was the colour of mahogany – tanning spray or tanning bed? I wondered. Her fake smile didn’t promise anything good. I immediately felt she was about as nice as a hammer smashing your toes!
    â€œValentina. You must be Rebecca,” she extended her hand with long turquoise polished nails.
    â€œYes, Rebecca Bruni. Nice to meet you.”
    â€œYour sheath dress is nice… how shall I say? So out-of-date… Is it vintage?”
    â€œWell, someone used to say,
fashion passes, style remains
,” I said definitely irritated.
    â€œIt’s not what my Dolce & Gabbana jeans would say…”
    Ok, she was a bitch! I should ignore her provocation.
    â€œYour desk is that one, on the corner. As you know, we plan wedding receptions. Our ad says,
we will transform your most important day into a unique event
. In short, we are working for hysterical brides and very rich grooms.”
    Well, said this way, the whole deal sounded even more exciting! I had to restrain myself from