It's another #writerwednesday and we're taking a peek at how a woman's heart will stray, when she's not getting the love she needs at home.
About A Woman's Design: Afflictions...
Ambiance – Loving her husband, building her brand, and being there for her girls are the only things that matter to her. But she’s quickly learning that her love is not enough to build a strong, stable marriage. Surrounded by family, friends and business constituents should be enough; yet, she’s all alone. When her love isn’t enough to suffice her husband’s needs, Ambiance considers stepping beyond the vows and taking matters into her own hands. The tragic results will have her running into the arms of the Lord.
Naomi – As a teen she made the decision to be a single mother. Choosing to build her life around her daughter has molded and shaped all the decisions she has made until now. Her relationship with her daughter is highly valued and nothing can shake it, not even her daughter’s attempts to grow up. But when her daughter’s so-called “deceased” father comes back, Naomi’s carefully constructed world may begin to crumble. Her efforts to protect her child may be the one thing that pushes her away, and she must decide if she will open herself up to love again.
Paige- running from her inner demons she struggles to build a life vastly different than her mother and aunt’s. With a mindset of use or be used, she takes the concept of “love ‘em and leave ‘em” to a new level, and her promiscuous lifestyle is a cause of concern for all those who love her. She doesn’t care whose heart she’s breaking or whose life she’s ruining, it’s all about her. Until it no longer is.
Three women are on a journey of self-discovery, as they deal with the fallout from choices made from emotion rather than self-awareness.
It’s amazing how as women we can turn our emotions on and off. Not that they aren’t still there simmering under the surface, but we can put them in check when it serves our needs. All the way to work, I had been crying over Eric’s potential unfaithfulness. But as soon as I pulled into the parking lot of Vanilla Rose, the little boutique I worked at as a personal shopper during the day, I cleaned my face with a baby wipe. I kept them in my purse and glove compartment. Afterwards, I squeezed eye drops into my eyes to remove the red and reapplied my make-up.
I walked into the shop with a smile on my face and began my day at work with Angelique the owner, and Peggy, our shared assistant. Two of the part-time staff were there already when I arrived. I hustled my way through the expected pleasantries and went into my office to lose myself for a moment.
Around lunchtime, I had gone back into the shop to see if my 12:30 appointment had arrived. Angelique summoned me to her office for a moment.
“Ambiance, I’ve been reviewing those stats you provided and looking at some of the designs in the portfolio. I just want to make sure you’re comfortable with your recommendations,” Angelique stated, pushing her long black bangs from her face. She turned the folder around to face me, so that I could see what she was discussing.
I once again, reviewed the file, I had given her two weeks ago. I was certain, with all of the research I had done that my recommendations were on point.
“Angelique, I don’t have any hesitations about this. The ROI on this will make it worth your initial investment. People love her designs, and they’re lasting.”
She pulled the business card from her drawer. “You say her name is Sonya Pierce?”
“Yes, she’s fabulous with what she does. Her tie-dye poncho and jumpsuit designs are one-of-a-kind originals. If you collaborate with her, I promise you won’t have to worry about your customers seeing someone else with one just like it. You can request colors and specific designs for your customers based on the feedback and sales reports,” I explained.
I really wanted her to partner with Sonya, because her designs were not only original but phenomenal. I had rocked quite a few of them myself and received many compliments on them or people asking where they could purchase them. I believed it would be a great business venture for them to partner up. It would boost Vanilla Rose’s sales, while getting Sonya the attention she needed to grow her own company, The Poncho Girl. She had gone into business for herself a couple of years back, selling her fashions online. But she definitely could use more attention to boost awareness of her company.
“Well, I love the fact that she designs an eclectic selection of clothing items which are novel designs. Do you think she would be open to starting with just her ponchos and then moving into offering the jumpsuits, pants, and dresses? I want to start small and see the response before I take on such a jump from my usual selections.”
Angelique was always very careful with whatever she offered her clientele. But I wasn’t worried, I knew they would love Sonya’s pieces and be back for more. They would probably be in hot demand, so much so, that I hoped Sonya would be able to keep up. She would definitely have to consider hiring an assistant now.
“I’m sure that would be fine, Angelique. So, have you decided to look into it?” I asked, with a barely concealed eagerness in my tone.
“Actually, I’ve already looked into it. I was browsing her website the other day and wanted to look at it once more,” she confessed. She put her glasses on and turned her computer monitor to face both of us.
“What was that website again?” she asked, reaching for Sonya’s business card.
It was imprinted in my mind. “It’s www.theponchogirl.com.” I was anxious for her to make a decision. I really loved what Sonya had to offer and wanted to support her any way that I could. I believed in her talent and often tried to convince her to create handmade jewelry, as well. I was convinced she had an eye for this type of thing. I had already sent some of my clients from my fashion consulting business, Bleu Diamante, to her.
“Yes, that’s it,” she stated, as she pulled the site up on her screen. She perused the monitor for a few seconds before turning to me. “I’m going to call her and set up a meeting.”
Just as she picked up the phone, Nelly, one of the part-time sales associates, peeked her red head into the semi-open door.
“There’s a gentleman out front that says he has an appointment with you, Angelique, to purchase some items for a gift,” she announced.
“Oh, I completely forgot. Mr. Jackson was coming to purchase some items for his mother’s upcoming birthday. I was supposed to assist him with them, because I was unsure of your schedule of clients today, Ambiance. Do you think you can help him?” she asked, looking at me with a plea of desperation on her face.
Of course, I would if that meant her calling Sonya and connecting with her. “Sure, no problem. Let me know how it goes,” I stated, smiling at her.
“Of course, darling,” she replied, smiling back at me. Angelique had known me long enough to realize this was close to my heart, and really mattered to me.
I stood and straightened my gold lamè off-the-shoulder, sweater dress over my hips and marched out of her office. Hopefully, this wouldn’t take up too much of my time. I was anxious to get back to Angelique and hear the results of the phone call.
Speed-walking in my black stilettos with four-inch gold heels, I almost tripped and fell flat on my face when I came to an abrupt stop. This could not be happening to me. My heart was thudding in my chest. What were the chances of running into this man twice in a couple weeks? He must have worked in the area. It was amazing how I had only met him once before but recognized him from the back as if I had known him forever.
“Here she is now,” Nelly stated, pointing over his shoulder in my direction.
I tried to get the look of shock off my face before he turned around to face me. At six-four he towered over little Nelly, who was only five-one. He would have towered over my actual height of five-four had it not been for my stilettos. I crossed my arms over my ample breasts that were trying to peek out, since it appeared that was where his eyes were drawn to. That simple gesture made him look back up at me and lick his lips like the cat who swallowed the canary. The look in his eyes sent my mind to twirling again. This was not good. Why was this stranger having this effect on me?
“Ambiance, this is Mr. Jackson. He has a 1:00 P.M. appointment to purchase some gift items. Mr. Jackson, this is Ambiance Caldwell, Vanilla Rose’s personal shopper. She will assist you with ideas, selections, and purchases,” Nelly introduced.
Nick, as he had introduced himself upon our initial meeting, walked up to me and stretched out his hand. I couldn’t believe he was acting like he didn’t know me. I stretched my hand out, prepared to shake his, when he pulled it up to his lips and kissed it. I swear if the butterflies in my stomach were real, they would have come straight out my tummy and up through my mouth.
Women's fiction author and blogger, Chelle Ramsey brings a refreshing perspective into the lives of her readers and wants them to find entertainment, healing and inspiration in each novel. Using real problems and challenges faced by ordinary people, Chelle wants readers to become empowered to rise above life's adversities, with faith in God, and belief in themselves.
Her stories are relatable to individuals of diverse demographics, who have suffered a loss, been hurt, have low self-esteem, have lost hope, or need a word of encouragement. She strives to take your emotions on a roller coaster ride, one page at a time. Chelle holds an MBA in Human Resource Management, which she puts to use in her Human Resources role by day, while she writes her fiction novels at night. And in her spare time, she’s a blogger, freelance writer, and ghostwriter.
Her most important roles are those of a wife and mother of three. During her “me time,” she becomes enraptured with the enthralling stories of Terry McMillan, Nora Roberts, James Patterson and Stuart Woods. Chelle Ramsey resides in a rural community in Atlanta, Georgia and enjoys writing, family time, and watching NBA games.
She hosts the annual 20 Days of Love authors’ blogging campaign, March Madness authors’ giveaways campaign, and showcases other authors on her blog at www.chelleramsey.com/beautifully-inspired-blog. Her novels can be found online at Chelle Ramsey Amazon.
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