Amelie’s POV
Simone and Philipe put the finishing touches on my hair and makeup. Kimmy was sitting on the bed, looking at me. She smiled broadly.
“Amelie,” Kimmy said. “You are so f*****g gorgeous.”
“Thanks, Kimmy,” I blushed.
“No, seriously, have you ever thought about modeling?”
“No, I’m too short,” I said.
“With a face like that, you could be a makeup or jewelry model,” she gushed.
“Oh, Kimmy, you’re the best thing ever for my ego,” I laughed.
Simone and Philipe stood back. “Perfection!” Philipe cooed.
Sergio and Morgan walked out of the closet. “Bella! Amelie, please go change into your undergarments.” He ushered me into the bathroom.
I looked at the time. “Isn’t it too early?”
“Nathan wanted you ready early so you can go to Carrington’s before the party to walk the venue pr
