She smiles proudly in the mirror, and after she takes a few pictures of her work, she leaves.
I grab the physical copy of Vincent’s invitation and let my fingers run along the pretty ink. He has someone handwrite all of his invitations, and whoever they are have amazing freaking handwriting.
I read over the part where it says I can bring a plus one, and I definitely want to bring one of my friends since none of our other girls were invited, but I feel like it’s too last minute to call anyone.
Considering this is a Moore event, I decided to just call Helena, and maybe she’ll consider canceling her photo shoot to come with me.
The FaceTime call rings a few times but then it ends and I get an auto message from her saying,working.
I stare at our messages, and she only loved the picture of the dress, so she must be really busy because she usually gets excited and calls me to see how I look in my outfits, but she seems off, and I can’t tell why. When I texted The Eight group chat yesterday, she also didn't reply.
I decide not to think much of it and call Mel instead. Going to this event would be great for Mel to get her name out there, and I love giving baby models a boost. She answers after a few rings, and she's in the middle of blending her eyeshadow.
“Hey, Sage.”
“Hello, Mel Mel. Are you busy?” I notice her smile growing before she sets her phone up against something.
“Not really, what’s up?” Before I can answer, she glances back at the screen, and her eyes light up. “Oh my God, your hair looks so freaking good.”
“Right!” I look up at my mirror again, and I’m officially obsessed. I know I say this every time, but this might be my favorite style yet.
“Annet knows what the hell she's doing. That wig is going to look great with your dress tonight.”
At the reminder of why I called, I go on. “Speaking of, would you like to be my plus one tonight?”
She goes still before turning to the camera.
“I know it’s so last minute, and you only have a few hours to get ready, but I don’t want to go alone, and I think it would be great if you went and met some other–”
“Are you serious?!” When she shoots up from her seat, I think I have my answer. “Oh my god, ofcourseI’ll come! Thank you!”
I laugh at her excitement, but then she looks around frantically.
“I can’t do my own makeup for a Moore event!” She starts wiping off the bit of makeup she has on, and I tell her to come over since Cara and Lynn are on their way for my makeup. I’m sure they can also do hers.
“Shit, what the hell am I going towear?!”
“I’m friends with the owner of one of the dress stores down at Rodeo Drive. I’m sure we can find something.”
She thanks me profusely, and I break into a laugh as she starts packing her things. I shoot Annet a quick text, asking if she can come back to do Mel’s hair, and like the saint she is, she says she’s turning back.
“Are you sure I lookgood?” Mel glances down at her dressagain,and I grab hold of her hands, causing her to look up at me.
“Yes, Mel.” I give her a warm smile, and she takes a deep breath, nodding. “I wouldn’t let you walk out the house if you didn’t look good, and I certainly wouldn’t have let you come to this event if you didn’t look amazing.”
“Right, I just feel so underdressed. Everyone is going to be in custom outfits by huge designers, and I’m–”
“You look great, babe. It doesn’t matter if you didn’t get a custom dress. You could wear a trash bag and make it work.”
She smiles at me as she sits taller, and she looks much more confident. I ask her if she’s ready, and when she says she is, we climb out of the car.
I thank the driver before walking into the hall, and there are already a lot of people here. A few familiar faces come up to me, and I’m surprised I know more people than I thought I would.
“Ms. Hale.”
I turn at the sound of that familiar Italian accent, and Vincent is walking to us with a beautiful woman on his arm.
“Thank you for coming.” He leans in and kisses my cheek gently.
