9. Dior

Should I know who she is?  She’s luminous.  Is she someone famous?  Dressed like that, she should be.  “Good morning,” I say.  “Good morning,” she says, pouring her orange juice.  “Fabulous outfit.  You must be part of Paris Fashion Week.”  She looks surprised by my statement.  “Yes, I am.  Thank you.”  “Wow.  It must be amazing.  My friend and I caught a glimpse of it yesterday.  We were in the Rodin gardens and saw that they were in the process of creating a building covered in layers of gorgeous flowers for the Dior fashion show.  I was wishing I could magically get tickets to see the show.”  “Yes!  Yes!  Yes!  I was there yesterday.  Look!”  She excitedly gets out her mobile phone and starts to show me photos from her perspective in the audience.  I can’t believe what I’m seeing.  “Wow!  You saw all of this in person.  How special.”  “Yes, look…”  She continues to scroll through her iPhone pictures.  “It was stunning…  The clothes, and oh my God, the flowers.  Flowers were everywhere.  It was incredible, and today I feel so empowered.”  “I can tell.  I saw the way you walked in here for breakfast.  I don’t even know you, and I can see that you’re glowing.”  “Today I feel like I have light — and fire.  It was so beautiful with all of the flowers.  So feminine…  It was a paradise garden.”  I watch as she glances at a photo and smiles.  “You know, when you feel beauty, you feel a power from the beauty.”  “Yes, I understand what you’re saying.  I’ve just never experienced anything like what you saw at the fashion show.”  “In other ways, perhaps?  I can see your light too.  It’s in your eyes.”  “Thank you for saying that.  Yes, in other ways, I suppose.  But you’re not going to believe this.  Just this morning, I was saying to myself that I wish I knew someone who went to the Dior show so they could tell me about it.  Now voila, here you are.  Pretty amazing.”  “It is.  I am Christina.  It’s a pleasure to meet you.”  “My name is Lisa, and it’s a pleasure to meet you as well.  If you don’t mind me asking, what do you do in fashion?”  “What do you think I do?”  I pause after hearing her question.  “Well, you’re very beautiful, well spoken and sophisticated.  And you’re very friendly.  Hmm…  I don’t know.”  She politely smiles and says, “I am the ambassador to Louis Vuitton.”  “Incredible!  And you’re killing me.  You have a dream job that so many women would love to have.”  “Yes, I know.  But when women say this to me, I say that I created this life for myself.  I make choices and work very hard.”  “I understand this determination and drive to get what you want.  I dream, like a lot of women, of doing what you did — sitting in the audience of a sensational fashion show in Paris.  I’ve imagined this ever since I was a young girl in northern Michigan.”  “Yes, me too.  Ever since I was a young girl in South America.  Last night, it was like a dream for me to be there…  Very important people from Louis Vuitton were there, and I was doing my job and hearing nice compliments about my work.  I feel like I got my star in the sky…”