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It’s officially spring by about five cold, rainy days — after a very cold, snowy winter. I’ve been sitting in front of my computer, listening to the rain rattle outside my window, and dreaming of Paris in the springtime. In these daydreams, I look a bit like Audrey Hepburn and I’m always wearing something fabulous — usually a smart little black sheath dress, black pumps, and a big statement necklace.
In reality, I’m at work, twenty stories above a noisy city street — a great city, yes. But not Paris. I’m wearing a dress, but it’s less dramatic than Audrey’s sheath, and my shoes aren’t quite as glamorous or as high. But my necklace — that’s a different story. It’s gorgeous. It’s made from black and white ribbon roses, pearls and rhinestones. When I wear this necklace, I feel like a different person. In fact, it’s the inspiration behind my daydreams of Paris.
I bought this necklace from Whimz Accessories a few weeks ago and wore it to work the next day. My boss, a woman I admit I’m slightly intimated by, kept staring at me — which made me very uncomfortable. Her name is Ellie and she’s French, which makes her that much more difficult to impress. I’m in awe of her, actually. She’s the reason I wanted this job in the first place. But the reality of Ellie doesn’t really match my fantasy of the mentor I’d hoped she’d be. In fact, Ellie has barely said more than three words at a time to me since I joined the company eight months ago. And usually those words are something like “hold the elevator” or “you’re late again” or “where’s that report?”
So when she pointed and said, “Wait a minute,” to me after wrapping up the morning meeting, I was more than just a little nervous.My colleagues silently left the conference room, several giving me backward glances. Ellie stayed in her seat at the head of the table and I wasn’t sure what to do. She tapped her pencil against a white notepad and stared. I gave her a nervous smile. Finally she opened her mouth, “That necklace,” she said.
My hand fluttered up to my neck. “This?” I asked.
She nodded. “It reminds me of something.”
I fingered the bottommost pearl and waited to find out what it reminded her of.
“Let’s have some coffee,” she said. And then she actually smiled at me and added, “and croissants.”
Over very strong French coffee served in bistro cups, and flaky, buttery croissants, Ellie told me about Paris — about her childhood and her teenage years — and about shopping. “This,” she said, gesturing toward the window, “is a fashionable city. Yet it’s still not Paris. But that,” she continued, pointing at my necklace, “looks like it came from Paris.”
I found myself wondering whether Ellie was truly intimidating or whether I’d been reading into it the whole time. She’s terribly stylish, good looking and smart. And she is my boss. Now that’s a combination that could sock a punch to any girl’s ego — even mine.
Ever since our little tete-a-tete, however, Ellie smiles every time we pass each other in the hall. She pops her head into my office some mornings just to admire my jewelry. And one day, I noticed her wearing a necklace that most definitely came from WhimZ.
Will Ellie turn out to be the mentor I’d hoped? I’m not sure… But now, at least, she knows we have something in common — a great sense of fashion and the confidence to show it off.
And… we’ll always have Paris.
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