Forgive, O Lord,
my little jokes on thee...
Jaden looked at her and nodded.
"Yeah..." he said. "Yeah, I'm ready to go." he told her, standing back up and smoothing out his new suit. He made sure it was all straightened up, before noticing the branding again; the symbol on the pocket, that was also on Desiree's dress. It had been familiar to him, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He'd seen it before, he was sure, but it was barely escaping him. He didn't pay too close attention to the fashion world, but he had picked up information though osmosis over his lifetime, and the fact that this was evading him as it was, was starting to irritate him.
"Anyway, let's... let's go to wherever you need to go." he told her.
"..." he was then silent, before thinking hard.
"Wait." he said. "Ohhh, I recognise this brand, I know it." he stated, wracking his brain now. "Future Vogue!" he then exclaimed, snapping his fingers.
And he wasn't... wrong. But he wasn't right. The REAL name of the company was simply Mariana's, but 'Future Vogue' was an unofficial nickname that many had given to it, based purely on how the company would always seem to set the trends for the fashion industry. Whatever they designed would be what was 'in', hence the nickname.
...and I'll forgive thy
great big one on me.