As the days were all quite uneventful, Ilona worked from home, curled up on the sofa with her laptop. She updated her blog daily and even sent in four articles: her shopping day at Antonia, new fall fashion trends, an interview with Vesna about the upcoming fashion week and an exclusive interview with Kara Tottzi. Her editor almost had a coronary when she sent that one in.
“Ilona!” Shouts Vesna from across the room. “Your phone is ringing! Pick the damn thing up, already!”
“Sorry, can’t seem to find it in all the cushions.” Ilona frantically searches around and pulls her phone out just as it stops ringing. “Oh, damn. It was my boss.”
“Call her back. I’ll go check on Veles and the wolves in the kitchen.” Vesna graciously untangels herself from her laptop cord and sets it down on the armc
