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They thanked me as the timer for their session rang and got up. As I dealt with the second couple, I saw Blair and Cristo in the distance on the raised platform by the podium. I tried to focus on my clients, but I was only half present, while the other half drifted to Cristo, who stood there with his hand on Blair’s hip. He looked good and professional. Black pants, white button up, and a long dark overcoat. Blair stood next to him in a beige cashmere sweater dress with a chic belt around her waist, paired with brown heels that clicked against the floor.

Mer and I look at each other with confusion in our eyes. I hear someone walking through the side entrance and turn to find Shi and Birsha walking in dressed to perfection. He is in a dark suit with a gold tie that fits him perfectly. Shi matches him wearing a gold dress that dips low in the cleavage but brings out her beautiful skin tone. She really does look like royalty. “I thought you had things to take care of?”

Curious, I approached it, and I saw a note fixed at the top. I picked it up and read it: ‘For the charity event, from Adam.’ Even this he knows. I opened the box and brought out the red gown inside. I rushed to the mirror and placed it over my body, examining the gorgeous dress. It was just my type of dress, bold and elegant with a slit at the leg and a body hug at the waist. With Hayes, I always had to wear suits to events because he said it made me look more professional, even though I didn’t like it.

I hang back, hoping she doesn’t recognize me. “What’s the occasion?” “Attending a wedding.” “Not black then,” she says before I can open my mouth. She heads full steam for the dress section, snatching selections off the rack, with Bear and me in tow. He is serious about the fashion show. I strip and dress in record time, and promenade past him, carefully avoiding looking in mirrors. Bear keeps his arms crossed over his chest, biceps bulging, totally macho even surrounded by floral prints. His face is impassive, but I catch a shimmer of interest when I emerge in royal blue.

The others chuckle. I roll my eyes and get undressed. " What makes you think Jeremy will even like you?" Becky asks. Who the fuck is Jeremy? Why would she even think I would be interested in this Jeremy guy. " What the fuck are you talking about, Beck. Why would you think she's interested in Jeremy?" Cindy asks. I ignore them and put on the blue dress. It's silk with a V-neck. It's a little tight around the boob area and the bottom down is flay with a long slit up to my thigh.

Her makeup is minimal as usual. Now I’m wearing a black strapless bodycon dress with black heeled pumps. “Damn we look good girl” Shelby says as we leave my room and head downstairs. Blaine is already down there playing on his phone. He didn’t want to wear a fancy suit so he settled for some black dress slacks, dress shoes and a red button up shirt with his sleeves rolled to his elbows. Our parents are watching tv together making sure to wish us luck as we walk out the front door.

Alois walked out first. “Gabriel, you are late. I’m not even surprised any longer, where is she?” “Beauty takes time, Armani.” I heard Alois' reply from where I stood. They seem quite close I thought listening to their conversation before stepping out of the door. My eyes scanned William's outfit choice as I walked out to join the two, taking in the black office suit and office slacks with a glimpse of his white pressed crisp shirt and the tie clip that sat on his well knotted tie with its famous logo glittering under the light. William turns to me as My heels make contact with the tiles.

"Welcome dear." The atmosphere became rowdy. Ruby stood up to check why. It was Bethany, she was dressed elegantly in a beautifully designed blue suit with a black mini bag. She waved as she passed. The ladies commented on her outfit. Indeed, it was breathtaking. "Hi." Jeremy greeted his eyes all over her in admiration. "You look good..." He breathed out, earning a fancy chuckle from Beth.

"So why do we need to go? " “You're going with us as plus-ones. No arguments.” Beck blinked. “Plus-ones? Like, matching suits?” “Yes,” she said. “And you’ll wear whatever I tell you to.” Hayden smirked. “You’re not going to win that one, B.” Beck groaned. The next few days were chaos. Myla called in a designer she trusted. Measurements, fittings, and complaints filled the house as the day arrived. “Try not to scowl so much,” Myla said, adjusting Jared’s tie.

They hired a catering service, so they didn’t need to worry about cooking. Vangie and Bert went back to the farm to change clothes. Bert had bought Vangie a dress that fit her perfectly. It was yellow, plain, and knee-length, but it looked beautiful on her. Bert wore black slacks and a polo shirt with the top button undone. “I really feel shy, Bert. Do I really have to go?” Vangie asked as they walked out of the house. Bert smiled and put his arm around her. “Why would you feel shy?”