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My loving husband.
Who knew that the man with the darkest reputation could become the shining light in my heart?
“Are you ready for this? We’re about to rock Vegas, baby!” Rochelle clings briefly to my arm before she scurries to follow one of the models. “Kanesha, girl! We need to fix that sleeve! Wait for me, I have short legs!” Her heels click over the marble tiles towards the dressing room.
It’s surreal, seeing the ideas I had in my head become reality. Silks and chiffons adorn the gorgeous women and men who’ve been hired to wear my designs.
“None as beautiful as you.” Roman’s hand clasps my waist and he pulls me tightly to his body before placing a gentle kiss on my temple.
“What?” I have so many things going through my mind, I’m not really sure where he’s coming from.
“I see that look on your face. The little furrow you get between your eyes when you think you aren’t good enough.” His warm thumb finds the spot above my nose and he rubs gently. “I can assure you, no one in this room glows as brightly as you.”
A warm feeling spreads through me.
I love how he knows my fears and calms me.
But, when the announcers gets on the loudspeaker to begin the event, my stomach lurches and my pulse skyrockets.
“I’ll be just outside if you need me, in the best seat in the house.” He squeezes my ass before he leaves.
He’ll be right in the center, impossible to miss.
My biggest cheerleader.
Clapping my hands, I draw everyone’s attention backstage. “Okay everyone! It’s a really big night! Elizabeth Devonson is here tonight. Let’s put on a good show for her!”
Wide eyes and frantic claps run through the models before they scurry to their places.
Roman’s deep pockets have helped with hiring the best makeup artists and helpers. I just hope it’s enough to catch Elizabeth’s eye.
As the music starts, the happy murmuring from the audience is enough to lighten my worries.
They really like them!
I can see Elizabeth smiling and pointing from where I hide behind the curtain.
“Did she see the Brazilian patterns? How about the Monaco inspired one?” Rochelle hangs on my arm between her maniccircles through the wardrobes. “What does she think?” she asks anxiously.
“I don’t know. She’s smiling. That’s good, right?” My doubts try to press down on me, but I still have one more outfit to send out.
The one inspired by Roman. Him sneaking a peek at my sketchbook, then showing me his tattoos, was enough to send my ideas whirling.
A heavily brocade suit, lined with iridescent threads that highlight the seams to almost glimmer in the lights. They lightly mimic the swirls and lines of his ink, but almost dance with movement as the model strides down the runway.
It only would have looked better if it was on the broad shoulders of my man. His imposing presence would really bring home the full effect of what I want.
There’s a collective gasp from the gathering.
Are they standing?
Applause rattles the windows, and the cheers are so loud my ears ring.
The man wearing my suit has barely exited the stage when a rush of bodies flow from the seating area to surround me.
Elizabeth is in the front.
“I absolutely must have that suit!” she squeals as she pulls me in for a hug.
