I still have my eyes closed, but when I feel Cara steps away, I open them and glance around the room.
“That’s good to hear.”
“Yeah.”
“No, literally.”
I laugh at how they all seem to suddenly breathe normally.
“On a serious note, your brothers are really hot,” Lynn voices, and Annet agrees. I try not to cringe when they start fawning over them. “August has a girlfriend, right?”
I nod with a smile. “Yup, he’s been with Hazel for a while now.” August is so obsessed with that girl. They started dating incollege and he told me about her the same day he met her. She is practically my sister-in-law at this point. I love her.
“But Sire…”
I glance at Lynn as she passes Cara a different brush.
“He’s single, right?”
I shake my head no but don’t elaborate. Sireistechnically single, but the whole family is holding their breath on the chance that he’ll get back with Vidia because they’re meant to be, and no one can tell me otherwise.
Ever since he and Vidia broke up, the mention of her name alone would set him off, but she recently moved back to LA, and now I think their relationship isn’t too bad. I’m honestly not sure where they stand, but if they don’t get back together, then I refuse to believe in love.
A few of the girls look discouraged at the fact that they’re both unavailable and I bite back a laugh.
Angie walks in a few minutes later with Mel.
“Hello, pretties.”
They both smile at me, and Angie nods her head off to the side, indicating she wants to speak with me alone.
“You can speak freely in front of everyone here, Ang.”
She glances around the room, and I remain seated, waiting for her to speak. I trust my team, plus they all signed an NDA, so I wish she trusted them like I do.
“Mr. Moore invited you to his event tomorrow tonight.”
I turn in disbelief, and Ang smiles proudly at me.
“I didn’t know he was having another runaway show?!” I eagerly grab my phone to look for a message I might have missed, and as soon as I open my email, I see a message from Vincent sent a few minutes ago.
I’m already reading it as Ang starts explaining. “It’s not a runway show. It’s going to be like the after party he had the night of the show, classy and calm.”
I nod mindlessly as I read the rest of his email. “He wants me to wear one of his new pieces?” I look up at my agent, and she looks so excited, you’d think she was the one who got invited toanotherMoore event.
She picks up the bag in her hand, and I stand up, remembering to rise slowly since I only had a small breakfast today.
“When did he send this?!” I eagerlypeak into the bag, and my breath catches my throat when I see the material of the dress.
“Someonejustdropped it off.”
I pull out the dress, and every person audibly gasps. “Holy cow, this is–”
“Beautiful.”
“Stunning.”
“Wow.”
