Almost an hour had passed since I first walked through their door and as of yet Evelyn and Francois hadn't ceased bickering with their passions bursting from within in the form of venomous insults. Like anyone else I had been astounded when Evelyn sacrificed one of the two days she spent with Colette in favour of spending a third day with Francois complete with his often grating Parisian charm and venomous tongue. Both of them were incredibly gifted creators with a natural flair and talent for designing garments that truly could make anyone look utterly stunning. When their thoughts conspired they fuelled each other's imagination further and further however they both suffered from the same problem when their visions should collide. Evelyn and Francois were both stubborn and tunnel visioned and once an idea had cemented itself within them, both would defend any decision that they made with fury. Although part of me admired their passion for their chosen art it didn’t stop the fine threads of my patience from slowly snapping as their arguing raged like suffocating white noise in the background. Suddenly I found myself mentally trapped in what felt like an interrogation in a crime drama on tv but one where both investigators were sadistic and unwilling arseholes with a burning lust for fine fabric. When Tony informed me that we would be attending the annual conference I naturally knew that I would need to dress to impress at the rather lavish affair which normally the Davizioso was exclusively not invited to. Deep within I knew that my normal work clothes just wouldn’t quite cut it when under the scrutiny of so many judgemental eyes that were looking up to me as some kind of inspiration or to find fault with me. That realisation would have been fine as naturally I turned to the sole being that I entrusted with making my clothing for work but that meant visiting Francois! Never did I suspect that the moment I walked into his shop to request a new suit for the occasion would I come to find myself leaning over Francois desk with my fat arse in full view of anyone wandering past his shop window. Slowly staring into the distance with a grimace forming on my cheeks and blood boiling as my patience was breaching with every loaded call coming from Francois or Evelyn alike. Worse still the source of their heated argument was something far too precious to me to be publicly aired by two artists arguing at the top of their voices. Infuriatingly, their argument wasn’t about what colour, fabric or style but how to best attire my big fat arse! Evelyn wanted to give me fabrics that would enhance my naturally curvy figure and almost create a point of envy centred around my shape. While Francois wanted to give me a suit that would conceal my figure slightly so that my shape could only be seen by those worthy of doing so. Both made valid arguements for their case but as shadows flitted past the window my temper broke as after an hour on public display, I no longer gave a fuck what they did! Gritting my teeth I growled at them both “Is there any chance that you could have this arguement when I’m not standing right fucking here!” Both fell silent as Evelyn circled forwards, leaned over and gently uttered “Sure Fae! We can stop anytime that you want…” she nodded her head “yeah we can stop anytime” still gently nodding as she slowly glared up and scowled “Just as soon as Francois admits that he is FUCKING WRONG!” she rose up and stared him down as Francois glanced back and shook his head whilst tutting “No, no, no Fae” he moved closer “Evelyn is wrong, we cannot just gift the beautiful sight of such a fine thing to eyes that haven’t earned the right to see it Fae?” Francois made a sincere and almost heartwarming point but his wry grin as he battled with a steadfast Evelyn soon dissipated any patience he gained with that oddly kind remark. Again they started bickering and arguing their cases vocally as I all but mentally gave up and just prayed that no one was standing watching at the window. Sighing to myself as the battle raged behind me I bit down on my patience and uttered “Evelyn?” she paused and looked down “Yes Fae?” her eyes still fixed upon Francois with a smug grin rising on her lips as she suspected that she was about to win the battle. I took a slow deep breath and calmly uttered “If there is anyone at the window watching?” Evelyn nodded her head slowly as she checked behind her as I continued “Then I will smother you with a pillow in your sleep!” Francois developed a wry grin “See Evelyn your idea is how you say?” he paused and waited for silence to descend as he bit “Stupid!” Evelyn glared at him “No, cazzo, non lo e!” the wrath of her Italian mother slipping from her tongue merely highlighting that Francois had touched a nerve buried deep within her. Standing I shook my head as I walked towards the door and growled “Just make me a fucking suit!” as I left the pair to argue to their heart's content but without my fat arse on public display. As I slammed the door shut they paused briefly, turning and grinning to each other before they resumed their argument and I took myself for a well earned drink to calm down! I headed away deciding that if Evelyn came home then she was destined for a serious bout of tickling and mentally deciding that for at least the next week any social media was off the cards as the last thing I wanted to see was a video of my fat arse as Evelyn and Francois argued in the background……….Fucking Artists!