“Yes, yes, yes,” exclaims Allison in building excitement.
“Why doesn’t stuff like that happen to me?” Demi wonders.
“Well, I can’t wait to meet him. He’s so dreamy, and smart,” Lacey almost whines.
“Showtime, girls,” Jillian comes through the door with Angelina Hall on her heels, followed by half a dozen of her female assistants bearing all manner of fine material reams, sewing machines and folding tables. “Light to one hundred percent. Curtains open,” she calls to Alexa.
The room brightens significantly and the stoic woman with harsh, golden hair and perfectly tanned skin widens her smile. She speaks with an unforgettable tone, “This will be perfect, dear.”
Such words of approval dismisses Jillian, who approaches Emma, “Time to go get your strapless bra, Emma. Looks like I got it wro
