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Hell, the fuck yeah, I would.
Wait.
“Are you involved with a mob boss or something? If so, I know a few guys.” I gestured with my thumb behind me to where Lucian and Damon were in a discussion or an argument about something. “They’ll handle it.”
Her brow furrowed. “Damon? But he’s an architect.”
“Among other things. He cleans up situations when necessary.”
Lizzy cocked her head to the side. “And you’re okay with this?”
“Why wouldn’t I be? He accepts me, and I accept him.”
“He’s never wanted you to change?”
“Never,” I answered without hesitation. “From the beginning, Damon saw me. For some reason, my attitude and smart mouth attracted him.”
“So you’re saying there’s hope for me.”
“Abso-fucking-lutely,” I exclaimed. “Mr. Perfect may be sitting in that audience waiting for you to appear in that gown.”
“Let’s not get carried away.” Lizzy laughed and then hugged me, squeezing me tight. “You do give great pep talks. I’ll see you out there in a few.”
I kissed her cheek and then motioned to the makeup artist to return.
Twenty-five minutes later, I stood backstage, ready to puke my guts out. The only things keeping me somewhat calm were the continuous sibling group chat updates. Leo even sent a picture of Mom and Dad in the front row of a packed to capacity showroom.
Shortly after Leo’s message came one from Daphne saying, I scandalized our parents by creating a collection around the theme of BDSM and Kink. She also said it was Dad who was outraged, not Mom. She seemed excited.
If they only knew how much it meant to have both of them here. They’d come to show their support. In the grand scheme of things, Bryant and Sarah Morelli hadn’t been the ideal parents, but at least they’d tried in this instance.
The first chords of the music of the evening filled the air, and the lights dimmed. The runway lit up in a silvery glow, and the spotlight centered on the opening of the stage.
Elaine waited for the show director to cue her to walk out.
She was so beautiful. The mask couldn’t hide her stunning face and only added to the allure of innocence created as her blonde hair cascaded down her back in waves. Her pink and white corset accentuated her curves in all the right places. And I absolutely loved how the tutu skirt flared out around her hips, made her legs look a mile long, and helped accentuate the fuchsia stockings.
When she stepped out, I had no doubt I’d hear gasps at the exquisite way Elaine Morelli projected sin and purity. She would work the naughty virgin look like a queen.
“You’re on, Elaine,” I heard Aiko, my director, say just as the tempo of the trace shifted, and she was off with a flip of her hair. She took the handle of the black diamond leash attached to the choker on her neck into her hand, twirled it between her fingers, blew a kiss to Lucian, and strutted her stuff.
And as I predicted, I heard gasps and applause.
“You’re a damn menace,” I heard Lucian say from behind me, and I knew my security was blocking him from accessing the stage.
I lifted my head to the sky. “God, please don’t let my brother ruin my show.”
Five minutes later, Elaine returned, and Lucian all but threw her over his shoulder and stalked away.
“Don’t leave. I need her still,” I called after him, but he ignored me.
The show continued, and slowly, my nerves calmed as ten more outfits made their way down the runway without disaster.
“It’s almost over. You can calm down now.” Oliana ordered as she stepped off the stage and leaned against a wall.
I had to give it to her. She wore the black and red My Mistress bodysuit and coat like a boss and worked the runway as if she were born into the modeling world. Only she could pull off the oversized puffer jacket and make it look sophisticated and dominatrix like. Then again, she was a fashionista and a diva.
“Lizzy is almost up. Once she goes on, and we finish. I will relax.”
