Danielle LaRue - Fashion Model – Part 6

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We returned to Betty’s place, and Scott and Frank were well into the afternoon football game.  I noticed a couple of empty chip bags and more empty beer cans on the table.  They quickly said hi to us as we walked in, and then their attention was back to the game.

Betty and I chatted about the upcoming wedding and the bridal dress fitting next week while they continued to watch football.  What would you like to do for dinner, Betty?  Do you want me to help you make something here, or would you prefer we go out to eat somewhere with the guys?

Betty looked inside her fridge and said, “There isn’t much here right now; I think it’s probably better that we go out.  There is a new Mexican food restaurant nearby, do you like Mexican food”?

I responded, “Doesn’t everyone”?

Betty looked them up on her phone, called and made a reservation for 7 pm, and said, “Hopefully, the game would be over by then.”

I told the boys about our reservation, and we just heard a couple of grunts back from them.  I laughed and told Betty, we aren’t even married yet, and already we are football widows. We both laughed. Betty said, I have just the thing, and took a bottle of white wine from the fridge and opened it for us.  We enjoyed the wine and talked together until the game was over. After it ended, the boys walked over to join us.

I told them, “Aren’t you both forgetting something?”

They looked at each other, wondering what I meant.

“Go back to the living room and pick up the mess you left in there.”

Betty high-fived me, and we laughed, and the boys sheepishly picked up their empty cans and chip bags.

“Don’t forget to bring back your empty plates, too,” I added.

We had more than enough time to get to the restaurant. We all drove over in Frank’s car, and we had a great evening together. I enjoyed myself immensely with them.  The food was great and was very authentic.  They even had a roving mariachi band playing in the restaurant.  They came over to our table several times to play for us, and the band members seemed to be attracted to us.  They always gave us big smiles while they played.

Late afternoon on Wednesday, Betty and I both showed up at the bridal shop.  She introduced me to all her cousins who wanted to be at the bridal party. Alice here would like to be your maid of honor, and Nancy will be my maid of honor.

“How did you girls decide?”

They told me they got together on the weekend and had a contest. The first two winners got to be maids of honor, and the next six girls were bridesmaids.  I laughed and told them that it must have been a fun idea. So, Betty and I would each have 4 bridesmaids with us. I was amazed at how big their family was.

They called us in for our appointment and started showing us bridesmaid dresses.  We looked through several styles, and I told the girls, since you are going to be wearing these dresses, which ones do you like the best?  We all decided on a very stylish bridesmaid dress, not frumpy or frilly.

We also had two younger girls who were going to throw rose petals in front of us as we walked down the aisle. They were excited when we showed them the dress they would wear. One of the girls suddenly stared at me in amazement.  I know you! You’re Amelia’s Girl!   I smiled and said, yes, I am.  She said I am seeing you everywhere now, on TV, in the newspaper, and in magazines, and I even saw you on a billboard yesterday too.  I asked her if she liked Amelia’s, and she said it was her favorite store to shop at, and being part of the family, they get a discount too.

Two boys would be ring bearers, but Scott and Frank were taking care of them in the tuxedo shop along with their best men and groom’s men.

All of us were measured since these dresses would be fitted, and then we started to see the bridal gowns.  I asked Betty, should we pick the same design or different designs? There are so many to choose from.  We started trying on gowns and modeled them in front of the girls.  I came out in a stunningly beautiful gown.  It wasn’t over the top but was a classic fitted gown, and everyone clapped when they saw me wearing it.

As soon as Betty saw me in it, she said, “I want one too.”

She got up, and they found her size, and when she came out, she looked awesome as well.    I told her she looked great, and I think we have decided on the gowns.   Neither of us wanted a train on our gowns, but we both had veils for them.

The bridesmaids tried on the dress style they chose, and they looked beautiful as well.  They went with a light blue bridesmaid dress which made a great contrast to our white wedding gowns.  The dressmakers sorted the dresses and our gowns with our measurements and told us when we could return for a final fitting.

We all then drove over to a local restaurant where we had the first of our bridal parties.  All had a great time, myself included.

It was now mid-May, and I had visited four new store grand openings for Amelia’s as well as making visits to neighboring stores.  This was the bulk of my work in April and May.  Scott kept driving me to the airport on Monday and would pick me up late Friday.  We talked every night, and he always told me how much he missed me. We saw each other on weekends and then it was back to the airport on Monday.

I got a date for the new store opening in Des Moines for the first week in June, and I called Ms. LaRue to let her know I would be coming out and would try to take a week off afterward so we could visit.  Scott couldn’t make it out for the first week in June but was able to take time off for the second week.

The wedding was getting closer.   Betty and I returned to see Mrs. Jonsson, and we selected a few more choices for the wedding. It was amazing to me to know the level of detail that Mrs. Jonsson was doing for this wedding.  I remarked to her about this.  She told me, a mother may only get to do this once in her life; I want to make this the best wedding I can.  I told her that she was doing fantastically well, and all indications showed this wedding would be spectacular.

Betty walked off to visit the restroom, and Mrs. Jonsson took me aside.  She held my hands and told me, Danielle, I am so sorry that I misjudged you.  You are a woman in every way that I can see, and you have such a lovely personality.  I am truly proud to welcome you into our family. I don’t know if you still have misgivings about me, but I want you to know how foolish I was, and I hope that you can someday forgive me.  This was so touching that I started to cry, and we hugged each other for a few minutes.  Betty walked over to us and said, what’s wrong? You’re both crying.   Nothing I said, everything is great. Mrs. Jonsson smiled too.  Betty found a box of tissues and gave one to each of us.  The butler entered the room and told us that lunch was ready.

We followed him into the dining room and were seated at the table.  We chatted about the wedding, and Mrs. Jonsson told us about some of the more humorous situations she was having with some of the people she was dealing with, but the wedding was well in hand.

No one has discussed this yet, but Betty, did you have any ideas for a honeymoon? Did you want to go somewhere together as well?  How about you, Mrs. Jonsson?  Danielle, I think I would enjoy it more if you called me Valerie from now on.  Mrs. Jonsson seems too formal for us.

I smiled and replied, Well, Valerie, where do you think would be a great honeymoon destination?

Valerie replied, “Have you ever been to Italy?  I always wanted to visit Rome. It has so many places to see there, and there are all the ancient Roman ruins as well”.

Betty looked at us and said, “Hmm, I was thinking of somewhere else, but I like this idea of going to Rome for a honeymoon.  I think it’s better than my idea. And if we get bored of all the restaurants in Rome, we could go to Milan, Naples, Venice, or Tuscany for a side trip.  We will have to talk it over with the guys and see what they think, but Italy would certainly be an amazing experience”.

I had never traveled outside the US, so going to another country would be an amazing experience for me.

“Well, I have never been outside the states, so this would be an amazing adventure, and to share the experience with you would be great as well.  We will have to run this idea past the guys and see what they think about it”.

Betty and I drove back to her place, where the boys said they would meet us.  We entered her place and noticed the guys were hard at work playing against each other in a video game.

Who’s winning? I asked.

They both replied, “I am”!

By this time, Betty had already had a bottle of wine opened and was filling two wine glasses for us.  We clicked our glasses together and said Cheers.

“Guys, do you have any thoughts about what you would like to do for our honeymoon? Betty and I were wondering if we should all go to Rome, Italy, for a combined honeymoon.”

They paused the game and together said, “Rome, Italy”?

“Yes, Valerie gave us the idea. She said she always wanted to visit there. What do you think”?

The boys got up and walked over to us.

“So, would you like for us to all go on a honeymoon together?  We would still have separate rooms, but if we all traveled to Rome, doesn’t that sound like fun to you”? Explained Betty.

The guys looked at each other and said, “Valerie thought this up”?

Scott thoughtfully said, “I didn’t have any idea for where to go on a honeymoon, I figured we would just go to Hawaii and stay at a resort, but Rome sounds far more interesting to me. Not to say there is anything wrong with Hawaii, but Rome, wow, what a great idea”!

Frank replied, “I think it’s a great idea as well.  I have never been to Italy or Europe for that matter, and we have a chance to all go and have an excellent adventure with each other too”.

“So, it’s settled then?  We all think Rome would make a great choice for a honeymoon”?

We all cheered and agreed to do it.  Now Valerie told us to call her back if we agreed to do this.  Scott pulled out his phone and called his mom.  Valerie answered with a hello Scott.

“Mom, we are sitting here around the table, and we all agreed that Rome, Italy, would make the perfect honeymoon for all of us.”

“That’s great!   How long would you like to go?  Can everyone take 2 weeks off work”?

We all looked at each other with thumbs up.

“Yes, mom, we all can do 2 weeks”.

“Leave it all to me,” replied Valerie to us, and she immediately hung up the phone.

“Wow!  Not only is Mom our meticulous wedding planner, but she is also now our travel agent too”, said Scott as he laughed.

Oh, Danielle, you aren’t afraid of flying, are you?

No, Scott, I have been flying all over the country recently.

Well, I never told you, but my parents also own a private jet, we will all be flying in it to Rome for our honeymoon.

My god Scott! A jet too? There is no end to the surprises from you.

Did you have any problems taking a week off to visit my mother and seeing Des Moines?

It’s all set, Danielle.  I will be flying there in the private jet to meet you there after your first week, and then we will both return home in the jet together. Make sure you just get a one-way ticket when you go to Des Moines.

On Sunday evening, Scott drove me to the airport, and I flew out to Des Moines.  We kissed and embraced before I went into the terminal.  He told me to call him as soon as I landed.  I gave Scott a quick ring to let him know I landed safely and told him I would call again later.  As usual, a limo driver met me at the airport when I arrived and once, we found my luggage, we drove over to Mom’s house.  I told her I was coming and she was waiting for me.

Mom! How are you! She could barely talk to me; she was so happy to see me.  Danielle, you look, great dear, come right in.

Mom got some wine and a couple of glasses, and I told her all about everything that had transpired since I last called her.

“I am so happy that Scott’s parents finally realized what a great person you are, Danielle.  I received the wedding invitation in the mail. It says it’s for me and companion if I desired”.  They also gave me a return envelope and a card to specify who I was bringing and the entrées we would like.

“Do you plan on bringing anyone, Mom”?

“Well, Danielle, it seems I have met someone recently.  These things seem to happen when you are not looking for anyone.  His name is Richard, and he will be coming over in a half-hour to meet you, and we are going out for dinner”.

“Wow! That’s great, Mom!  Tell me all about him and how you met”.

“Well, that was the funny part. You see, we were short-handed in the old store one afternoon, and Richard came walking in.  He looked so out of place in Amelia’s that I went over to ask him if I could help.  Richard was a widower, and he had a teenaged daughter.  He wanted to buy her something nice for her birthday. He was clueless about dress sizes, or her measurements, so I told him to bring her into the store.  I gave him my business card and told him to show it to anyone in the store, and they would call me down to help him”.

“The next day, Richard came in just before the store was closing.  They called me down, and I met him and his lovely daughter.  We had her measured, and we found her a delightful dress, lingerie and stocking, and shoes to go with it.  She changed into it and looked so pretty when she stepped out, she was so overjoyed, she wanted to keep wearing her new outfit, so we put her clothes in a bag for her”.

Richard was beaming from ear to ear and asked me, “Teresa, are you busy after the store closes tonight”?

I said, “I had nothing planned; why”?

“Well,” he paused, “I feel I have made a connection with you, and I would like to take you out with my daughter to celebrate her birthday tonight. If you didn’t mind indulging me, I would love to get to know you better”.

“So, I went out with him and his lovely daughter to celebrate her birthday. We all had a wonderful time together. That was 3 months ago, and I’ve been seeing Richard ever since”.

“Mom! That’s great, I am glad you took a chance on him, and I hope things work out for you too”.

“One more thing dear, Richard told me his daughter Cindy wanted to come along tonight as well since she found out you are Amelia’s girl.  I’m afraid you have another fan who loves you”.

I laughed and told her that was fine by me. I always love meeting my fans. We chatted for another hour, and then the doorbell rang, and I jumped up and ran over to open the door.

Richard and his daughter were both standing there smiling at me.  I told them to come in.

Richard said, “You must be Danielle.  I am Richard McKeag, and this is my daughter Cindy.  She is a big fan of yours too.  Cindy was blushing and just smiled at me. I told them I am happy to meet you both.

Ms. LaRue walked up to us.

Teresa, how are you tonight?

I’m fine Richard, as she kissed him, she also kissed Cindy on her cheek.  I see you have met Danielle.  When is our dinner reservation? Do we have time to sit down and chat?

No, we should leave now, dinner is at 7.

Mom and I both retrieved our jackets from the hall closet. We put them on, and we all walked out to Richard’s car.  Mom sat upfront with Richard, and Cindy and I both sat in the back seat.

Cindy seemed to be in awe of me.  I’ve never met someone as famous as you, Danielle. It must be exciting to be Amelia’s girl.  I told her that it is fun at times, especially when I meet my fans, and she laughed.  I think I have seen all your TV commercials now; you look amazing in them.  She told me that she was now in High School, and it was the one I used to attend.  That’s great, Cindy. I graduated from that High School last year before I started my career as a model.

I told her that modeling is hard work too. There can be long hours, and it can be tiring, but overall, I love being a model.  The best part happens when I travel out and visit the new Amelia’s Boutique store grand openings.  I’m here this week for a grand opening, too, right here in Des Moines.  You know, I used to work at the old store too. I can’t wait to see what the new store looks like.

We arrived at the restaurant, and Richard held the door for us as we entered. The hostess took us to a table, and we all sat down for dinner.

“I asked Cindy, so I heard you had your birthday a few months ago”?

“Yes, she said, I turned 14, and Ms. LaRue celebrated it with us.”

“That’s great, too bad I couldn’t give you a late present.”

“You don’t understand, she said, you have already given me a great present”!

“Really”? I replied.

“Yes, I have bragging rights now that I met Amelia’s girl, and she is now a friend of mine too and had dinner with me. My friends will be so jealous too”, she giggled.

“Well, if they don’t believe you, just bring your friends over to the new Amelia’s store.  I will be there afternoons and evenings all this week signing autographed photos of myself”.

Mom and Richard just smiled at us as I chatted with Cindy.

Richard started to tell me a little about himself. He told us he was in sales and sold medical equipment in the Midwest.  There was a lot of traveling, but he did well at it.  His wife had died around 5 years ago due to breast cancer. He was heartbroken but continued raising his daughter.  He didn’t think he would ever meet someone until he happened to come to Amelia’s Boutique one afternoon and met Ms. LaRue.

“Teresa has been the best thing to happen to me since my daughter was born. She is just a great person to be around. I looked over at Mom, and there was a small tear in her eye.  I knew she was getting serious about Richard, and from what I could see, he was a great guy. He lifted his glass and said, to great relationships”, and we toasted as well.

Richard, I will be getting married later this month, on June 21st.  Is there any chance you could accompany my mom to my wedding?  He looked at me and said, I would like nothing better than to do so.

Teresa has told me so much about you; I feel like your father. Your life hasn’t always been easy, but she told me that you always make the best of any situation and find a way to succeed.

We enjoyed dinner and chatted for another couple of hours there.  Richard was quite the gentleman; he impressed me. I noticed that his daughter adored her father, and you could see the connection he had with Ms. LaRue, just from the way they spoke to each other and looked at each other.  I felt there was going to be another marriage in my future and thought it was great.

The weeklong grand opening for the new Amelia’s store was great.  I met all my old friends from the store.  My high school girlfriends knew I would be there too, and they all dropped by to say hi to me, and they told me they would all come to my wedding.  We went out for a few lunches together to catch up on old times. Ms. Verdot even made a point of dropping by to say hello as well and told me she would be coming to my wedding.  June and Madge were working at the new store and gave me a tour of the new beauty salon.  It was much bigger than the one at the old store, and they loved it.  They also told me they wouldn’t miss my wedding for the world either.

Cindy came in one day after school with a bunch of her friends.  I got up and walked over to her and said Hi Cindy, and gave her a big hug.  She was beaming from ear to ear, and looked at her friends and said, see!  I told them all to come over, and I would sign a personalized photo for each of them. I made Cindy’s day, and she looked like she was walking on clouds as I chatted with all of them.

Closing time soon came, and Ms. LaRue and I drove back to her place. Mom and I ordered in takeout and chatted with each other all evening. I didn’t realize how much I had missed her in the months I was away, but it was so nice to be back at home with her again. When I was in my little suite, I looked in the closet, and the maids’ uniforms were all still there.  Looking at them, I had an idea.   I closed the closet door and went to sleep.

We drove up to the airport on Saturday and met up with Scott. Since he flew in on a private jet, we went to a smaller terminal to pick him up.  I saw him walking up to me and ran over to give him a big hug, and he lifted me off the ground and spun me around.  I learned that from your TV commercial as he grinned at me. He hugged mom and told her how happy he was to finally meet her.

We drove over to a nearby restaurant and had dinner together.  It looks like Valerie has everything under control for our wedding.  She is on top of everything, it seems, and hasn’t let anything fall through the cracks.  He smiled at mom and told her; I hear you have a new beau as well.  Mom smiled and said, yes, he is quite the gentleman, and we seem to be getting serious about each other too. My only regret was I wished I had met him years ago, but better late than never. I was getting lonely by myself after Danielle moved out, and he filled that void in my life.

We had another great dinner, and mom was quite taken with Scott’s personality. She enjoyed his company.  She never once mentioned the trouble we had together and instead was happy for our future marriage.  We soon drove back home, and I showed Scott my suite and where he could put his bag.  We said goodnight to Ms. LaRue and Scott, and I went back to my suite.  I told Scott that I had a surprise for him.  If he could wait outside my door for a couple of minutes, I would show it to him.  As soon as he left, I ran over to the closet and pulled out the sexiest maid uniform I had.  I put it on and found a pair of high heels and then opened the door for Scott.

“Bonjour Scott, je m'appelle Danielle et je suis là pour vous servir ce soir”, in my sexiest French accent.

His eyes grew wide, and he had a huge grin as he entered the room.  “Where did you get this outfit?”

“C'est une longue histoire que j'ai dit, mais l'aimez-vous?”

“You look so sexy in it; you are bursting out of the top for sure.”

“Oui, mes seins étaient un peu plus petits la dernière fois que je l'ai porté.”

I purposely bent over at the waist to pick a piece of lint from the floor.

“Damn!” said Scott as he grabbed me around the waist and tossed me on the bed.

I giggled, “Monsieur, s'il vous plaît soyez gentil avec moi ce soir.”

He laid down beside me and began passionately kissing me.

“I have only the most carnal intentions, my dear.”

It seemed Scott had a lonely week as he soon pulled down my panties and ravished poor Danielle, the maid.  I giggled and moaned as he had his way with me.  We were eventually lying beside each other.

Scott asked me, “Can you bring that outfit home? I had a lot of fun with you wearing it.  I can’t believe how sexy you look done up like a French maid”.

“Ok, but I will only wear this in the bedroom. It won’t be a full-time thing, as I laughed.”