MARGOT WAS BACK in the New York apa

MARGOT WAS BACK in the New York apartment she shared with Anika, back in the world she’d come to think of as her own.
It was six-thirty and both Anika and she were dressed for work. In black jeans, biker boots, and a tight cropped turtle-neck sweater, her cat-shaped eyes lined with pencil, Anika looked far too downtown chic to be doing something as prosaic as scrambling eggs—even if she was adding slivers of smoked salmon, crumbled feta cheese, and chopped chives as she stirred. She’d insisted on cooking their favorite breakfast dish before they went off for the day—she to a fitting at Zac Posen’s and then later a go-see for Chanel. In anticipation of the day’s shoot with Charlie Ayer, Margot had donned black leggings, a dark brown fisherman’s sweater, and a pair of paddock boots she’d picked up at Steadman’s and was breaking in. She liked to dress comfortably before a shoot. Soon enough the stylists and makeup artists would take over and refashion her.
While Anika scooped the eggs onto plates, Margot tore a peeled grapefruit in half and poured mineral water into two glasses, setting them on the small café table given to Anika by a smitten restaurateur. The apartment was filled with such love tokens.
“So did you manage to get ahold of your little sister last night?” Anika asked as they sat down.
Margot shook her head. “No, only Jade’s voice mail. I tried her about six times.”
“She must still be steamed over having to go back to school. And it’s not like you and she were real chatty before.”
“Not exactly,” Margot admitted. “Jordan said basically the same thing when I called her. I just keep remembering her expression when I said good-bye to her at her dorm. You’d have thought I was sending her to prison.”
Anika took a bite of a Wasa cracker piled high with fluffy eggs. “It’s harsh, being a kid and losing your parents. I can’t imagine how I’d feel or act if mine died. How are you going to work it, sweetie, running that horse farm and modeling?”
Margot sipped her water. “To tell you the truth, I don’t know if I can work it,” she said, knowing she could tell Anika anything without it becoming tomorrow’s talk of the catwalk.
Unlike many of the “friendships” that sprang up in this business, Anika’s and hers wasn’t tainted by professional envy. While it helped that they each possessed distinctive looks and were always in demand, they’d recognized from the first that their friendship was more important than obsessing about who raked in the higher modeling fee or who graced the cover of W that month. Other than Damien, Anika alone was privy to the details surrounding Margot’s leaving Rosewood. In turn, Margot knew of Anika’s childhood growing up in a cramped one-bedroom apartment in Chicago. Her parents, Rumanian immigrants, worked in a dry cleaner’s shop, where her mother earned a few extra dollars as a seamstress. Although they’d been too poor to afford a car or health insurance, Anika had been given braces for her teeth, and ballet and art classes, her loving parents determined to provide what they could for their exotically lovely daughter. It paid off. A talent scout spotted her at a dance recital. These days Anika’s father drove a Jaguar to his dry cleaner’s—both car and business purchased by his daughter. Her mother owned her own shop, too: a couture dress shop that specialized in evening and wedding gowns. Wherever Anika went she carried a sketchbook in her backpack. Between jobs she’d find a café, sit down, plug in her iPod, and sketch dresses, sending the finished designs to her mother.
“Did you see Damien yesterday?” she asked.
Margot nodded. “I went to the office right after my emergency session with Lars. I was so sore from riding our new mare, I had to have a solid hour of deep tissue massage. But at least when I left his studio, I could walk rather than crawl to Damien’s office. Damien was a total love. I blurted it all out—Jade, the farm, the fact that we don’t know how much money will be left once the estate is settled—the whole effing migraine. He was great. Just the way he listened helped calm me down. Then he took me out to Bar Boulud’s for caviar and champagne. And get this, he let me have two glasses. He said this thing in Latin—”
“‘Nunc est bibendum; now is the time to drink,’” Anika chimed in with a wide grin. “I just love it when Damien digs out that old Latin stuff. Reminds me of Father Thomas at Ignatius—not that he ever quoted anything remotely as fun. He taught me that one over dinner at Cipriani’s back when I was worried sick about Dad’s prostate.” She broke off a corner of Wasa and popped it into her mouth. “Damien’s a rock, all right. But don’t forget, sweetie, it was your earnings that helped pay for that delicious dinner last night—as well as his villa in Capri.”
Margot smiled and bit into a section of grapefruit. “I think he has your Versace contract to thank for the villa. Anyway, Damien’s decided we should space out my gigs so I have more time at Rosewood. I gave him a copy of Jade’s school vacations so that those dates are blocked out, too. The trick will be to keep landing jobs even when I’m not in the city. You know the saying ‘Out of sight, out of mind.’ And I’m hardly a fresh-faced kid anymore.”
“With your bones you could keep modeling forever.”
Margot shrugged. “Maybe, maybe not.” Finishing the last of her eggs, she put down her fork and said, “Anika, if I’m spending time at Rosewood, I may be gone for even longer periods than when I’m on location or doing runway shows. Will you still want me as a roomie?”
“Of course. This place is yours as much as mine.”
“Thanks, I really appreciate it.”
“Don’t be silly. I couldn’t imagine living here with another girlfriend. A guy maybe, when I’m ready.” Without missing a beat she said, “Speaking of guys, I’ve been waiting super patiently. I want to hear everything. So you managed to get Travis to come back and work for you. Is he as you remember, the ultimate bad-boy loner? Is he just as hot?”
“No, kind of, yes.” Margot’s cheeks warmed in embarrassment at her confused response. She shook her head to clear it and began again. “What I mean is he’s older—gosh, he must be thirty-two—and successful. I hadn’t thought about it before, but he’s really a self-made man. The job my dad gave him was as a groom. Then one day Ned let him get on a horse to see how he managed. Now Travis is one of the best trainers around, a fact Ned repeated about a million times on our way to the Crestview sales. In the horse business, the majority of successful riders and trainers start riding much younger. They have family who are involved with horses, too, and so are there to offer support. Often they’re swimming in cash. Travis never had any of those advantages. So I guess if I were to describe him now I’d have to say that while he may still have some of the bad-boy rebel about him, what he really has is self-assurance.” Cool and very attractive self-assurance.
“What about his ponytail?”
“He cut it—though his hair’s still a little long.” And just as thick and silky, she added silently. And his body was even more powerful, his muscles honed to sculpted perfection from countless hours of riding and working with horses. Her throat abruptly parched by the memory of those muscles beneath her palms, she drained her water glass. “I guess the biggest difference is me. I’m not looking at him through this wildly distorted lens anymore. When I think about the overblown fantasies I concocted around him, I’m not even sure that having the ground swallow me whole would suffice to cover my embarrassment. At least now he’s more like a real man to me.”
“So the million-dollar question is whether the real Travis Maher can still be the man of your dreams?” Anika asked archly.
“You are such a romantic, Anika,” she answered lightly. “I really haven’t thought much about it.”
Anika raised a disbelieving brow.
And despite Margot’s resolve to think of Travis solely as the trainer who worked for her, she recalled the passion that had burned in his eyes when he’d held her close. Then she remembered the reassuring smile he’d given to Jade when she told him that Doc Holliday was far too special to be sold. If Travis were ever to smile at her with such protective tenderness, his molten gaze a shining reflection of the desire he felt, she would indeed have found her dream man.
“All right, yes,” she admitted. “And to be perfectly honest, I’m scared that I may be as crazy about him as ever. But at least I have enough perspective now to see that nothing will ever come of it. Things are too complicated for it to work between us.”
Anika gave a loud, inelegant snort. “When have you ever been interested in easy? Would you have left home to try to make it in this insane business if you wanted an easy life? No. You’d have been a good girl and done what your dad wanted and married some boring country squire. Easy is so dullsville. And besides, Tamara says things can’t help but be complicated between you and Travis since you’re both Cancers.”
“Excuse me?” Margot said blankly.
“Didn’t you tell me once that he was born at the end of June?”
“Yes. But Anika, how could you possibly remember that?”
“Oh, I remember all sorts of wild trivia. Latin quotes, birthdays, old telephone numbers, eighties song lyrics. I can rattle them off like that,” she said with a snap. “But forget about asking me who the twenty-third president was or what the capital of South Dakota is. Anyway, at the Versace fitting yesterday, Tamara was doing Zodiac love charts. I had her do yours and I just happened to remember that the hot guy you just can’t seem to forget is also a Cancer. And don’t think I didn’t notice how you avoided answering my question of whether Travis is still hot, so I’m assuming that’s a big, big yes.” She leaned across the small table, her eyes sparkling.

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MARGOT adalah kembali di apartemen New York dia berbagi dengan Anika, kembali di dunia dia akan datang untuk memikirkan sebagai dirinya sendiri.Itu adalah enam puluh dan keduanya Anika dan ia yang berpakaian untuk pekerjaan. Jeans hitam, industri sepatu dan sweter dipotong kura-kura ketat-leher, matanya berbentuk kucing yang dilapisi dengan pensil, Anika tampak jauh terlalu pusat kota chic untuk melakukan sesuatu yang membosankan seperti berebut telur-bahkan jika ia adalah menambahkan irisan salmon asap, keju feta hancur, dan cincang daun bawang seperti dia diaduk. Dia bersikeras memasak hidangan sarapan favorit mereka sebelum mereka pergi untuk hari — dia untuk pas di Zac Posen dan kemudian pergi-lihat untuk Chanel. Dalam antisipasi dari hari itu menembak dengan Charlie Ayer, Margot telah mengenakan legging hitam, sweter nelayan coklat gelap, dan sepasang sepatu bot paddock dia telah dijemput di Steadman's dan melanggar. Dia suka untuk dress nyaman sebelum menembak. Segera cukup stylist dan makeup artis akan mengambil alih dan refashion nya.Sementara Anika meraup telur ke piring, Margot merobek kupas jeruk di setengah dan menuangkan air mineral ke dua gelas, menetapkan mereka di atas meja kafe kecil yang diberikan kepada Anika Restoran dipukul. Apartemen itu penuh dengan tanda-tanda cinta seperti itu."Jadi Anda berhasil mendapatkan Kuasai dari adik Anda tadi malam?" Anika bertanya karena mereka duduk.Margot menggelengkan kepalanya. "Tidak, hanya Jade voice mail. Aku mencoba dia tentang enam kali.""Dia harus masih dikukus dibandingkan harus kembali ke sekolah. Dan itu tidak seperti Anda dan dia benar-benar cerewet sebelumnya.""Bukan," Margot mengakui. "Jordan mengatakan pada dasarnya hal yang sama ketika aku meneleponnya. Aku hanya tetap mengingat ekspresinya ketika saya mengatakan selamat tinggal padanya di asrama nya. Anda akan berpikir saya mengirim dia ke penjara."Anika mengambil gigitan dari seorang cracker Wasa menumpuk tinggi dengan telur. "Sangat keras, menjadi seorang anak dan kehilangan orang tua Anda. Aku tidak bisa membayangkan bagaimana saya akan merasa atau bertindak jika saya mati. Bagaimana Anda akan pekerjaan itu, sayang, menjalankan pertanian kuda dan pemodelan?"Margot meneguk air. "Untuk memberitahu Anda kebenaran, saya tidak tahu apakah saya dapat bekerja itu," katanya, tahu dia bisa memberitahu Anika apa-apa tanpa itu menjadi pembicaraan besok catwalk.Tidak seperti banyak "persahabatan" yang bermunculan dalam bisnis ini, Anika's dan miliknya tidak ternoda oleh iri profesional. Sementara itu membantu bahwa mereka masing-masing memiliki penampilan yang khas dan selalu dalam permintaan, mereka telah diakui dari pertama bahwa persahabatan mereka adalah lebih penting daripada terobsesi dengan yang meraup tinggi pemodelan biaya atau yang menghiasi sampul W bulan itu. Selain Damien, Anika sendiri adalah jamban untuk rincian yang mengelilingi Margot yang meninggalkan Rosewood. Pada gilirannya, Margot tahu masa kanak-kanak Anika yang tumbuh di sebuah apartemen 1-kamar tidur yang sempit di Chicago. Orangtuanya, Rumanian imigran, bekerja di toko bersih yang kering, dimana ibunya mendapatkan beberapa tambahan dolar sebagai seorang penjahit. Walaupun mereka telah terlalu miskin untuk membeli mobil atau asuransi kesehatan, Anika telah diberikan kawat gigi untuk gigi, dan kelas ballet dan seni, orangtuanya mencintai bertekad untuk menyediakan apa yang mereka bisa untuk putri exotically indah. Itu lunas. Pencari bakat melihat dia di pertunjukan tari. Hari ini di Anika Bapa melaju Jaguar ke nya cleaner dry-mobil maupun bisnis yang dibeli oleh putrinya. Ibunya dimiliki toko sendiri, terlalu: toko gaun couture yang mengkhususkan diri dalam malam dan gaun pernikahan. Ke manapun pergi Anika dia dibawa sketsa dalam ransel nya. Antara pekerjaan ia akan menemukan sebuah kafe, duduk, mencolokkan iPod nya, dan sketsa gaun, mengirim desain selesai kepada ibunya."Apakah Anda melihat Damien kemarin?" Dia bertanya.Margot mengangguk. "Saya pergi ke kantor tepat setelah sesi saya darurat dengan Lars. Saya begitu sakit dari naik mare baru kami, saya telah memiliki satu jam padat dari jaringan dalam pijat. Tapi setidaknya ketika saya meninggalkan studionya, aku bisa berjalan kaki daripada merangkak ke kantor Damien. Damien adalah kasih. Aku berkata semua keluar — Jade, peternakan, fakta bahwa kita tidak tahu berapa banyak uang yang akan ditinggalkan setelah perkebunan menetap — migrain seluruh sialan. Dia adalah besar. Hanya cara dia mendengarkan membantu menenangkan saya. Kemudian dia membawa saya ke Bar Boulud untuk kaviar dan sampanye. Dan mendapatkan ini, dia membiarkan saya memiliki dua gelas. Dia mengatakan hal ini dalam bahasa Latin ""' Kidung est bibendum; sekarang adalah waktu untuk minum,'"Anika menimpali dengan senyum lebar. "Saya menyukai ketika Damien penggalian hal Latin yang lama. Mengingatkan saya pada Bapa Thomas di Ignatius — bukan karena ia pernah dikutip apa-apa dari jarak jauh sebagai menyenangkan. Dia mengajarkan saya bahwa satu selama makan malam di Cipriani kembali ketika saya masih sakit khawatir tentang ayah prostat." Dia patah sudut Wasa dan memasukkannya ke dalam mulutnya. "Damien di batu, baiklah. Tapi jangan lupa, sayang, itu adalah penghasilan Anda yang membantu membayar untuk makan malam yang lezat semalam — serta vilanya di Capri. "Margot tersenyum dan sedikit ke bagian jeruk. "Saya pikir dia memiliki kontrak Versace Anda mengucapkan terima kasih untuk villa. Pokoknya, Damien memutuskan kita harus ruang keluar pertunjukan saya sehingga saya memiliki lebih banyak waktu di Rosewood. Aku memberinya salinan Jade liburan sekolah sehingga tanggal tersebut diblokir keluar, terlalu. Trik akan menjaga arahan pekerjaan bahkan ketika aku tidak di kota. Anda tahu pepatah 'tak terlihat, dari pikiran.' "Dan aku hampir tak berwajah segar anak lagi.""Dengan tulang Anda Anda bisa menjaga pemodelan selamanya."Margot mengangkat bahu. "Mungkin, mungkin tidak." Finishing yang terakhir dari telurnya, dia meletakkan garpu dia dan berkata, "Anika, jika saya menghabiskan waktu di Rosewood, aku bisa pergi untuk waktu yang lebih lama daripada ketika saya pada lokasi atau melakukan peragaan busana. Akan Anda masih ingin saya sebagai roomie?""Tentu saja. Tempat ini adalah milik Anda sebanyak saya.""Terima kasih, aku benar-benar menghargai itu.""Jangan konyol. Aku tidak bisa membayangkan tinggal di sini dengan pacar lain. Pria mungkin, ketika saya sedang siap." Tanpa ragu dia berkata, "berbicara tentang orang-orang, aku sudah menunggu super sabar. Saya ingin mendengar segala sesuatu. Jadi Anda berhasil mendapatkan Travis untuk datang kembali dan bekerja untuk Anda. Apakah dia seperti yang Anda ingat, ultimate buruk-anak penyendiri? Apakah dia seperti panas?""Tidak, jenis, ya." Margot di pipi menghangatkan malu di tanggapannya bingung. Ia menggelengkan kepalanya untuk membersihkan dan mulai lagi. "Apa yang saya maksud adalah dia remaja-Wah, ia harus menjadi tiga puluh dua — dan sukses. Aku tidak berpikir tentang hal ini sebelumnya, tapi dia benar-benar seorang buatan sendiri. Pekerjaan ayah saya memberinya adalah sebagai laki-laki. Kemudian satu hari Ned membiarkan dia mendapatkan pada seekor kuda untuk melihat bagaimana ia berhasil. Sekarang Travis adalah salah satu pelatih terbaik di sekitar, sebuah fakta Ned diulang sekitar satu juta kali dalam perjalanan ke Crestview penjualan. Dalam bisnis kuda, sebagian besar pengendara sukses dan pelatih mulai naik jauh lebih muda. Mereka memiliki keluarga yang terlibat dengan kuda, terlalu, dan begitu juga ada untuk menawarkan dukungan. Sering mereka berenang tunai. Travis pernah salah satu keunggulan. Jadi saya rasa jika saya harus menggambarkan dirinya sekarang saya harus mengatakan bahwa sementara ia masih mungkin memiliki beberapa pemberontak buruk-anak tentang dia, apa yang dia benar-benar memiliki keyakinan diri." Keyakinan diri keren dan sangat menarik."Bagaimana dengan ekor kuda nya?"“He cut it—though his hair’s still a little long.” And just as thick and silky, she added silently. And his body was even more powerful, his muscles honed to sculpted perfection from countless hours of riding and working with horses. Her throat abruptly parched by the memory of those muscles beneath her palms, she drained her water glass. “I guess the biggest difference is me. I’m not looking at him through this wildly distorted lens anymore. When I think about the overblown fantasies I concocted around him, I’m not even sure that having the ground swallow me whole would suffice to cover my embarrassment. At least now he’s more like a real man to me.”“So the million-dollar question is whether the real Travis Maher can still be the man of your dreams?” Anika asked archly.“You are such a romantic, Anika,” she answered lightly. “I really haven’t thought much about it.”Anika raised a disbelieving brow.And despite Margot’s resolve to think of Travis solely as the trainer who worked for her, she recalled the passion that had burned in his eyes when he’d held her close. Then she remembered the reassuring smile he’d given to Jade when she told him that Doc Holliday was far too special to be sold. If Travis were ever to smile at her with such protective tenderness, his molten gaze a shining reflection of the desire he felt, she would indeed have found her dream man.“All right, yes,” she admitted. “And to be perfectly honest, I’m scared that I may be as crazy about him as ever. But at least I have enough perspective now to see that nothing will ever come of it. Things are too complicated for it to work between us.”Anika gave a loud, inelegant snort. “When have you ever been interested in easy? Would you have left home to try to make it in this insane business if you wanted an easy life? No. You’d have been a good girl and done what your dad wanted and married some boring country squire. Easy is so dullsville. And besides, Tamara says things can’t help but be complicated between you and Travis since you’re both Cancers.”“Excuse me?” Margot said blankly.“Didn’t you tell me once that he was born at the end of June?”“Yes. But Anika, how could you possibly remember that?”“Oh, I remember all sorts of wild trivia. Latin quotes, birthdays, old telephone numbers, eighties song lyrics. I can rattle them off like that,” she said with a snap. “But forget about asking me who the twenty-third president was or what the capital of South Dakota is. Anyway, at the Versace fitting yesterday, Tamara was doing Zodiac love charts. I had her do yours and I just happened to remember that the hot guy you just can’t seem to forget is also a Cancer. And don’t think I didn’t notice how you avoided answering my question of whether Travis is still hot, so I’m assuming that’s a big, big yes.” She leaned across the small table, her eyes sparkling.