Bianca was working late at her shop one evening when she received a simple but concerning text from her good friend Adore Delano.
PUSSYFACE: I fucked up….
Knowing that Adore’s text could mean anything between “I dropped a glass and it broke” and “I just killed someone”, Bianca decided to press the call button next to Adore’s contact photo so she could have answers right away.
Adore answered on the second ring with a string of panicked apologies and another “I fucked up, Bianca”.
“Whoa whoa whoa, slow down…why are you sorry?”
“The dress, Bianca. I can’t fit the dress. It fit last month when you made it and now it doesn’t and the show is tomorrow and I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry,“ Adore ranted, holding back tears.
“Breathe Pussyface…we’ll figure this out. What part doesn’t fit?”
Adore took a shaky breath. “It won’t zip up…I guess I gained a few pounds? I should’ve quit eating so much-“
“No. Stop it. We’re not gonna do all that. Meet me at my shop in 30 minutes. Bring the dress,” Bianca told her, before promptly hanging up the phone.
Exactly 30 minutes later Bianca heard a knock on the glass door of her shop. She rushed over to let the younger queen in, greeting her with a tight hug.
“Let’s see what we’re working with,” Bianca said, leading Adore over to one of her work tables. Bianca laid the dress out and Adore quietly took a seat on the edge of the other table behind Bianca.
Bianca looked over the dress a few times, brainstorming ways she could edit the zipper to make it a bit wider.
“It’s an easy fix,” she told Adore, turning to face her. “I just need to take your new measurements and we’ll be good to go.”
Adore was looking down at her hands, fidgeting uncomfortably. “I don’t wanna do the show anymore…” she mumbled.
“I don’t wanna do the show anymore. You should just find someone else. Someone pretty and skinny and-“ Adore said, tears running down her cheeks.
“Look…” Bianca replied, standing in front of Adore and gently massaging the other queens knees. “I’m not going to force you to do it if you really don’t want to…but I think you should. I chose you to model my designs because of your unconventional beauty. You may not look like the other models but that’s not a negative thing in any way. I don’t want just any bitch wearing my clothes. I want someone special and that person is you. Who cares if you gained a few pounds? The dress will still look amazing on you…I know because I made it for you. All I have to do is replace the zipper with a slightly wider one and it’ll fit just like it did before.”
Adore sniffled, wiping her nose with her sleeve cuff. “Fine, I’ll do it…but you’re coming backstage with me and you’re not leaving until I’m done.”
“Bitch, I’m a designer. It’s my job to be backstage at a fashion show,” Bianca laughed.
“Good…now you can’t say no.” Adore said, giving Bianca the best smug look she could muster.
“Now that we got that settled…let’s go take your measurements. It’s 10:30 and we have a show in the morning!”