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“Where’s Arely?”

“Coming. Get your phone ready,” she told him. “You’re gonna want it.”

“Why?”

“You’ll see.”

That was all she was giving him. The rest was better experienced firsthand.

“Well?” Lev asked waving his phone. “Ready whenever you are.”

Gigi waved a hand his way. “Patience.”

“I’m ready!”

Arely’s muffled yell had Gigi laughing before she pulled open the bedroom door. There, already striking her pose and looking as cute as ever, was Arely.

“Next on the runway,” Gigi said, tossing Lev a wink and grin, “is Arley Arsov wearing the latest fashion, styled by Gigi Rey Parker.”

Arely grinned wide as Lev’s laughter coated the room. She heard the camera on his phone click at the same time he said, “What in the fuck is she wearing?”

“It’s pretty!” Nobody could glare like a little girl staring down her father from the other side of the room. “Right?”

“Beautiful,” she assured Arely. “Very avant-garde.”

Not that the girl would understand what Gigi meant by that. She wasn’t even sure Lev had explained to Arely what Gigi did for a living or why there had been photographers following them lately. Would he ever?

“The prettiest,” Lev was quick to add. “Obviously.”

Without warning, Arely kicked off the shoes. Gigi might have winced another time, knowing damn well the floor probably scuffed the heels. But the way the girl proceeded to strut across the room like she was on a runway had her laughing instead.

Lev, too. The smile he shot her way said he wasn’t mad about the outfit, makeup, or anything else. Besides, Arely’s smile was worth far more than some scuffed shoes and a wrinkled wrap dress. She had a feeling by the time the night was over, there would be a few more ruined shoes or dresses.

Gigi didn’t mind at all.

It was easier to focus on this and making Arely smile instead of the unknowns. Like the dead man Lev had mentioned. Yeah. Wasn’t like she could forget about that. She could, however, pretend for a little while.

Just like the camera had turned on, she would play her part. Except it wasn’t a camera—it was a smiling five-and-a-half-year-old ready to put on her next outfit to show off. Same difference, right?