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Soft fingers lifted my chin, and as I raised my head again, it was tofind Dominique offering me a kind smile. “You did not let me finish. I won’t employ you because there is no need. Your sketches weremagnificent. Truly, I was enthralled by them. You dream of being a fashion designer, oui?”
I couldn’t believe what she was saying, and through the sheerdisbelief gripping me, I managed a small nod.
“You certainly have the talent to make it in the industry, so long asyou can make clothes as well as you draw. So, non, I won’t employ you, but I will help you achieve your dream. In three months, I am hosting a fashion show in Paris. I would be willing to give you a slot to showcase, say, five outfits if you think you can have them ready by then?”
What was happening right now?
What Dominique was offering was an opportunity I had dreamedabout since I was a little kid.
“Yes!” I exclaimed a little too enthusiastically, making a few peoplearound us look over in curiosity. “I mean, yes, I think I can have outfits ready. I…I don’t know what to say…thank you.”
Dominique’s red lips pulled into a smile. “You are most welcome. Justdo not disappoint me, Savannah. I may like your designs, but that does not mean the rest of the industry will. I can help by giving you the platform to show your work, but it is up to you to deliver.”
I nodded, still not really believing this turn of events. “I won’t let youdown, I promise.”
“Bon,” she said with an air of finality. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, Ineed more champagne, and to go and make my bid. There is a spa day I have been eyeing up all night.”
She gave my shoulder a squeeze as she gracefully glided away inheels that I could only dream about walking in. Still dazed, and in a complete state of shock, I scanned the room looking for Nash, the only person in the entire world I wanted to share my news with.
Chapter 27
Nash
The second I walked away from Savannah and Dominique, I pulledmy phone out and read the message from Brian.
“Shit,” I cursed under my breath before searching the room for Fox.
He was talking to a woman, one I didn’t recognize, and in thedistance, Lily was standing at the bar, glowering at Fox and the woman.
Yup, bunny boiler.
The woman was laughing, a grating laugh that sounded like nailsdown a chalkboard. Seriously, Fox needed to reevaluate the women he went after.
I grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the screeching banshee,dragging him over to the side of the room where I could keep an eye on Savannah.
“Dude, I was guaranteed a fuck with that one tonight,” Fox grumbled,looking back at the woman who was now talking to an NHL player.
“Were you planning on gagging her?” I deadpanned.
“I was actually, with my cock down her throat,” he replied arrogantly.
I rolled my eyes. I longed for the day Fox met the woman who tamedhim and he wasn’t always chasing skirt. “Can you think about something else other than your dick for one minute?”
“Says the man who is getting regular pussy,” he snorted. “What thefuck is wrong now? Wait-” he interrupted holding his hand up as I opened my mouth to reply. “Liamhasbeen spotted here, and he’s declared his undying love for Savannah, and they’ve run away together?”
“No, dickhead. At least, he hasn’t run away with her,” I replied,glancing over to where Savannah was still talking to Dominique. “But he is in Vegas.”
The grin fell from Fox’s lips. For all his mocking, he knew that wasn’tgood news. “What the fuck is he doing in Vegas? Think he’s come to spend some of that five mil you gave him, or do you think he really has come to get the girl?”
“Your guess is as good as mine,” I replied, checking my phone againto see if there were any further updates from Brian.
His message had confirmed that Liam landed in San Francisco aweek ago, ironically, the same evening mine and Savannah’s marriage made the news. He’d then hired a car, and driven to Vegas.
Brian hadn’t been able to find out where Liam had been staying, buttwo days ago he was seen lurking inThe Venetian.After losing a few thousand dollars on the poker table, he’d disappeared, and there had been no sign of him.
Brian had also instructed his contacts to check Liam’s bank account. Iwasn’t in the least bit surprised to see he’d blown through almost every cent I’d given him.
With no new messages, I pocketed my phone. “He’s got less thanthree hundred dollars left in his account,” I said, updating Fox with what I knew. “He’s the type of arrogant prick who would think he could make backwhat he’s lost in a place like Vegas, so there is every chance he’s just in the city to do that.”
