Post by rowen on Nov 26, 2012 21:36:41 GMT -5
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[style=width:350px; font-family: josefin sans; font-size: 30px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align:center; color: #000; line-height: 80%; text-transform: uppercase; padding-bottom: 5px;]ROWEN JACOBI BRODERICK
CRIMINAL. TWENTY-SIX. WEDDING GOWN DESIGNER. QUIET. IMPULSIVE. ARROGANT. COLD. PATIENT.
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,386,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width:130px; height: 200px; background-image: url(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_me3xp8BdpR1qcmnsuo5_250.gif);][/style] | [style=height: 180px; overflow: auto; font-size: 9px;]Rowen is the only son of Richard and Cynthia Broderick, owners of BRODERICK SEWING COMPANY, a family-run business based in Newton, Massachusetts just a few miles out of Boston's city limits but with all of Boston's traffic. The Broderick's specialized and made hand-sewn personalized designed wedding gowns for the wealthy and the poor. Their quick and nimble fingers were making gowns for the divas of old Hollywood from their small shop in Newton. When Cynthia and Richard married, they assumed over the business from her parents and having a child was the last thing they wanted to do when they started out. Richard took care of the finances and shipments, while Cynthia sewed for hours and altered when their customers came to their store. Richard pushed for a bigger shop and they began to sell other designer gowns and do the alterations there. They were too busy for a child, even when they hired employees. Richard came down to fetch his hard-working wife, he admired her perseverance for all the work she put in for their business. He found her sexier each time he saw her hunched over a dress. Some might have found it weird, but their love was centered on this business. He couldn't forget that evening where he found her sitting, not hunched over or working, but sitting in the show room where dresses were on display. He couldn't forget the way she looked at the dresses and turned to look at him with a sad smile, but she was happy at the same time. He sat down next to her and hugged her, she pressed her face into his neck and they sat their for a long time before she told him she was pregnant. Richard knew that it wouldn't be his wife to devote the time to their child, she was devoted to her store. After ninth months, Richard and Cynthia welcomed their son, Rowen Jacobi Broderick. Richard became Mr. Mom while Cynthia pumped on her breaks from sewing. Rowen had the normal life, two working parents and their only child. Rowen was relatively normal, but he could never forget the not subtle hint that he would learn to sew. On his ninth birthday, he really wanted a new game console and all points were showing he would get it finally. On Christmas morning he unwrapped a beginner's sewing machine - not a game console. It was difficult, but his distant workaholic mother seemed to actually be happy to have given him this gift and he put on his best face for her. It was a only for her love, her attention - attention he couldn't get anywhere else. They spent afternoons sewing together, when she hired someone to take her place for the few hours she spent with her son. It became an obsession to be all the best protege he could be for his mother. When he graduated high school, he went to college for small business and soon, he was working alongside his mother and father, their very own dream. The only thing that pisses him off after all these years: he can't own it all until he weds. |
