Rosalie and Maggie glanced at each other.
Rosalie wasn't sure which of them was actually more surprised that the day had finally arrived. The sign on the building, SWAN SONG FASHION– all shiny and new – was what she was looking at, but it was only the start. It had taken almost a solid two years for her to get a property purchased and the building designed, but she finally had her very own store.
Correction, Maggie and she had a store.
“You going to come inside, or are you two just going to stand outside and admire the sign?” Morrigan asked as she opened the door.
Rosalie glanced at Morrigan, her oldest of six kids. Morrigan was the spitting image of her when she'd been eighteen, but she had her father's attitude. Blunt, sarcastic, and not the least bit polite. Her daughter would be going to off to college to start working towards a degree in law enforcement.
She still wasn't sure how she felt about her daughter following in her husband's footsteps, but she couldn't exactly stop her, besides it wasn't like her daughter was ever going to go into fashion...
No, that was going to be her oldest son.
Rosalie still suspected her two eldest must have had their identities transplanted somehow as kids. After all, weren't boys supposed to go into law enforcement and girls into fashion?
She knew that sounded outdated, but the fact that her Sebastian – with his bleached white hair that was gelled so much that it stuck up, solid black clothing, and nose piercing – was actually a bit of a fashion genius still totally blew her mind.
“Come on, your daughter is getting impatient,” Maggie said.
Rosalie rolled her eyes in exasperation but headed to the doors to go inside her store.
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