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smiled to himself. He was a happy man, deeply in love with his wife, and they were both pursuing careers they loved. You couldn’t ask for more than that, except for a family of their own one day. They talked about it a lot. But for now, the blessings they shared seemed abundant to them.

Chapter 2
    The day after the last fashion show of February Fashion Week, most of the designers started working on their next collection, which was resort. There was no breathing space in the fashion business, no downtime. The minute you finished one collection and one season, you moved on to the next. And the weeks after the shows were always a busy time for Jenny, meeting with each of the designers she worked with and advised, talking about the next season. It was a time to throw out new ideas. Many of the designers did historical research, digging back into the archives, even to find designers who were no longer remembered but had been important at one time. The weeks after Fashion Week were all about inspiration, and Jenny was part of that process. More than one designer called her their muse. And she had fun discussing their research with them. She also enjoyed working with designers who were entirely different from each other and unique. The clean, more classic look of David Fieldston contrasted with the wild, edgy young spirit of Pablo Charles and the half dozen other designers she worked with. It wasa little schizophrenic collaborating with such different people, but it made the process more exciting for her. And she had two assistants now, who helped her keep all the balls in the air. They took care of appointments and logistics, but she did all the design consulting herself. That was what her clients hired her for.
    One of her assistants, Nelson Wu, was a young Chinese boy from Hong Kong originally, who wanted to become a designer one day himself. He made clothes in his loft in the Village. He worked for Jenny occasionally to help her out, and was more passionate about his own designs. But he enjoyed his time with her, and she was grateful for it when she was overwhelmed.
    Her other assistant was with her full time. She had dropped out of Parsons, when she had discovered that designing wasn’t for her. She was an excellent illustrator and photographer, and did a little freelance photography at night or on the weekends. Jenny had discovered that most people in the fashion industry, if they were truly creative, wore many hats, just as she did herself. And Azaya Jackson was a beautiful girl, whose mother was Ethiopian and had been a famous model. Azaya had grown up with fashion, and also did some modeling on the side. She took a real interest in Jenny’s clients and had great admiration for her. They had met when Azaya modeled for a shoot when Jenny was at Vogue , and she had turned up again when Jenny was looking for an assistant once she had gone out on her own. She was twenty-five years old, very bright, and excited to be working with Jenny. She was willing to do any task and hungry to learn the business side of fashion.
    And just as Jenny had been until she met Bill, Azaya was so busy with so many projects, she never had time for a social life. She wasin the office all the time, and Jenny always urged her to go out and have some fun.
    “Just like you, right?” Azaya teased her. “When was the last time you and Bill went out? You work late every night.”
    “That’s different.” Jenny smiled at her. “I’m married, and I’m older than you are. Besides, Bill has exams.” He was wrapping up all his final classes, finishing his term papers, and completing his thesis for his master’s. By the time Jenny was deep into the resort collection with her designer clients, in mid-March, Bill was three months from graduation, and struggling to get everything done. He was grateful that Jenny was busy too, and happy not to go out. They planned to celebrate in June and take a vacation. But until then, neither had time for fun. And they