Bethenny...
Chaos, complete utter chaos I was in. So much work and so little time, the holidays are around the corner and I haven't designed one single dress for my clients. A week has passed since tats and I "started fresh", it's been calm and steady.
He comes over whenever he feels like it, while I drown in work. Three pieces I've finished for three clients only and still thirty left to go, it was hard work but I was determined to finish no matter how stressed I was.
"Why don't you open your own business Betha? You can hire people to help you with all your designs, your only one person and I don't think you can finish every all this work by deadline time." Tats implied.
He was right but I didn't have enough money to open up my own business, even though my father is a millionaire.
