best designers in the world that! I am sure they would argue.”
“Exactly. I followed these designers, even wanted to go to London for fashion week, my mum said no, I’m not wasting money on looking at ridiculous’ clothes that no one would wear, ” she said in her mother’s best posh voice.
She watched Calvin laugh. He really is cute when he smiles.
“Your mum sounds shocking, even my mum who can be snobby doesn’t behave in that manner. My mum is cool, spends her spare time baking, gosh she makes the most delicious cakes and her bread, wow my mouth is already watering.”
“My mum hated cooking, unless of course she had special guests coming around ad she would hire someone in.”
“Really? Wow she really does sound a cut above the rest.”
“Oh darling, do behave,” she said posh taking the piss out of her mum.
Calvin laughed again in hysterics, making her heart melt. There certainly was something about the man sat opposite her.
“And this Rob is he’s the father?”
“Yes,” she snapped. “Sorry,” he said, holding his hand up in defence.
“It’s okay. Just don’t get me started on him,” she said, pressing her hand on her tummy. “He wants nothing to do with me or the baby, which I guess is a blessing. After all, he would hardly look after us, no doubt will not even be thinking about us,” she said, kneading her swollen stomach.
“And your parents know you are not with him?”
She lifted her head, staring at him. “I told mum earlier today, but she said I am still carrying the bastard child. I mean what the hell am I meant to do? I am not sure if she expects me to give her up.”
“Do you want to give her up?” Calvin asked sweetly, resting his head on his hands.
She grinned not knowing the honest answer to the question. She had no idea what on earth she wanted. Right now, she had nothing and no one in her life to give her the time of day. Yet here, sitting in front of her, was a young man who clearly wished to somehow help.
“You know, no matter how bad things are you have a chance to change all that.”
“How?” She snarled. “I am pregnant, meaning I cannot get a job, no money, nowhere to live and people like addresses. I have nothing. Who the hell would look at me twice?” She snarled.
“I am sure there are many people who would be interested in the fact you’re a wedding dress designer, I bet they call out for them in London.”
“Yeah, well, look at the state of me! One look at the bump and they would be running away. I am so tired and need some rest. I have walked miles in the last few days or so; no wonder my feet are swollen.”
Calvin scrunched up his nose, miffed, clearly deep in thought. She guessed he was trying to come up with a solution, but the truth was there wasn’t one and with her being penniless, having nothing and no one to support her when she really needed it.
“You have to have more faith in yourself. Look, think of what has happened as a starting point for you, and that you can re-build the damage and destruction you have caused. I mean no one is perfect and we need the bad to come with the good. My father always said that, ‘ no matter what if you have the passion you will succeed’ and I believe you would, you just have had a hard time and need to get your life back on track,” he said, gazing deep into her eyes.
“It isn’t as easy as that. I have nothing only the clothes I wear, my parents aren’t all that forgiving, my mum more than Dad. Mud sticks and they will not change her mind about me. I have been bad and deserve to be punished.”
“No you don’t. We all need guidance and support from time to time. You said your mum, where is your dad?”
“He works hard, long days and hours he was hardly around the house.”
“I see, did he not notice you had disappeared when you were sixteen?” she shrugged her shoulders not having a clue.
“I cannot believe this is all because you wouldn’t take the career path your mum