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"We'll figure it out. We still have about five minutes more,” I replied.
I tried to pull her back with me, but just as we arrived, she stepped back and gave me a creepy look.
"What?" I asked as I looked around, trying to figure out what to do and how I could resolve this.
"You have the body type for the final piece," she said. At first, I didn't hear because her words... these kind of words just didn't compute, but then eventually, they hit me, and I turned to her in shock.
"Are you out of your mind?"
"This is for our business," she pleaded. "Our dream. You've put all your savings into this, and so have I. Even Hunter has invested."
"Because you made me force him to," I grumbled, and she nodded.
"Exactly. You want to waste his money? You want to go back with your tail between your legs and ask for your old secretary job back?"
I considered this and shrugged.
"He'll be happy to have me back."
"Of course," she snapped. "But I'll be homeless! I'll be forced to become a fucking lawyer again. Don't be selfish. Get in that lingerie now and walk down the runway. It's like every other normal day."
"I don't dress half-naked and strut in heels on every other normal day," I protested.
And she shut her eyes.
"You're our only chance. We don't have time for this. You have to do this right now. We're out of time for you to consider. Your makeup needs to be done, and we need to make last-minute adjustments."
"Carlos!" she yelled out, and the makeup artist we had hired came over.
"See her face, hurry. Three minutes. She wears the final lingerie."
He too was surprised but never one to ask questions for chats more than he needs to with how little we were paying him, he took instructions, and I was pumped down onto a chair.
I couldn't believe this was happening, but it was my business, and I didn't have a choice.
I wanted to call Hunter, to come over to talk some sense into me, but he didn't seem to be responding, and so I had no choice but to wait and somehow pull this through.
"Fuck."
Hunter
"I can't believe you're at a fashion show," my sister Piper said. "I can't believe you're in love with a lingerie designer."
There were a lot of things she couldn’t believe that I myself couldn't believe as well, but none of that was important. What was was the box in my pocket and what I was planning to do later that day. And of course, the program schedule and when exactly she would be coming out along with Emma to close out the show. Piper leaned closer to me then and nudged me.
"You're awfully quiet," she said, and I knew then that I had to tell her. I had to tell someone.
"I want to give her more exposure, that's why I suggested this show to them."
"It's a great idea. I love it. The show is gorgeous, the cameras are clicking. Wonderful start."
"Yeah, but that's not the only reason. I mean, that's not the only way I want to give her exposure."
"How else?" she asked, and once again, I didn’t respond.
"Hunter," she called. "You're usually not antsy, but you've been antsy for a while now. Your usually calm persona is off, and I know it. But now I'm not sure if you're just being silent as usual or if you really can't respond to me because you're anxious about something. And that scares me immediately because you're never anxious. So, can you just-"
"It's starting," I said, and she turned away.
