The gala was in six hours, and Izzy's dress didn't fit.
"I told you to try it on last week," Sophie said, tugging at the zipper that wouldn't budge past Izzy's ribcage.
"I've been slightly busy preventing corporate espionage and emotional blackmail." Izzy sucked in her breath. "Try again."
Sophie yanked. The zipper moved half an inch. "We need a backup dress."
"There's no time for a backup dress."
"Then we need a miracle."
Izzy's phone buzzed. A text from Alex: *Julian's at the venue. Says Vivienne showed up.*
"Damn it." Izzy grabbed her jeans. "Sophie, find me something, anything, that fits. I have to go."
She was out the door in ninety seconds.
The Plaza ballroom was organized chaos. Florists arranged centerpieces, caterers set up serving stations, and Julian Blackwood stood nea
