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“Okay, you make a good case. I should be supportive of you, and if wearing a new dress is what needs to be done, then I suppose I’ll submit.” I tried to sound as dramatic as possible.

Sienna grinned big. “Leave it to me, Lou.”

Why did I feel like I’d unleashed a crazy fashionista upon myself?

ChapterSixteen

Eric

The Estate Stylesannual gala was upon us, and I was looking forward to tonight. After the last forty-eight hours, Louisa deserved to feel like a pampered princess, and she certainly looked the part.

She was stunning in the off-the-shoulder, deep purple gown she was wearing with the delicate bracelet and earrings. I drank her in as she stared out the window on her side of the black chauffeured Rolls Royce I’d hired for the night.

Lou was enchanted by the city we were passing through. Her awe of London hadn’t dimmed once in the few days we’d been here. But beneath that was a pervasive sadness that had dug its claws in and wouldn’t release her.

I slipped my hand into hers, and she snuggled against me with a smile. “I think we’re almost there, sweetheart.”

Lou rolled her head against my shoulder. “I wonder what a gala entails?”

I chuckled and pressed my lips against her ear. “You in a beautiful dress. Champagne and fancy food. Dancing. Donations. Probably a fashion show, considering who’s holding the gala.”

“Romance?”

I touched my fingertips to her face and brought her lips against mine. “If you’re lucky.” We kissed for a few incredible moments.

“There seems to be quite a crowd, Mr. Rawlins,” the driver said over his shoulder. “And a red carpet.”

“A red carpet?” Lou gasped. “I can’t walk along a red carpet. What if I trip over it or accidentally flash my panties or have a nip-slip? What if I completely embarrass myself?”

I couldn’t stop myself from laughing at her horror. “We’ll be fine, Lou-Lou. If there’s a red carpet, there must be celebrities of some kind. No one knows who we are, so we’ll be able to get inside quickly.”

She took a deep breath as I opened the door. “You’re right. We’ll sail right past.”

I stepped out of the car and held my hand out to her. Lou took hold of it and followed suit. At the sight of the line of reporters and photographers, her first reaction was to hide behind me. However, she relaxed when they didn’t go crazy at us.

“You see? Nothing to worry about.” I squeezed her hand and lifted it to rest on the inside of my elbow. We made our way along the carpet unhindered, but before we reached the safety of the building, a woman with a camera called to me.

“Mr. Rawlins?”

It wasn’t often that people called me ‘mister.’ That was Tate’s avenue.

I glanced across at a confident young woman with a smartphone in her hand and a camera around her neck. “Ma’am?”

“You’re one of the Rawlins brothers, right? Are you here on behalf of your company, Rawlins Industries?”

I nodded at her.

She pushed her brown hair behind her ear. “Mind if I get a few words from you for my blog?”

“Your blog?”

“Yes. I’m a freelancer, and I write about all the goings-on in London. The parties, the premieres, the fashion shows, you name it. I’m not big yet, but I’m slowly growing my audience.” A prideful smile touched the corners of her lips.

Lou pressed forward. “Hey, that’s fantastic. I love supporting the underdog. I’m Louisa. And you are?”

“Maisy Jay.”

“What’s the name of your blog?”

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