Page 78 of Wicked Dance
I take a deep breath.
Steena passes me the stilettos and I slip the ballet flats off and put the other shoes on. Then she comes behind me to release the dress from the pins. “Be careful in this,” she says. Her voice is kinder now. Maybe she was anxious earlier too. Maybe seeing how Blitz treats me changed her mind about who I was.
She scoots down the long seat to the very front near the driver so she isn’t accidentally caught by the cameras as they snap us coming out.
“I’ll get out first,” Blitz says. “Then I’ll turn and reach for you.”
“Got it,” I say. Another deep breath.
“This is easy,” Blitz says. “I actually have fun at these things.”
The limo rolls to a stop. I hear cheers as the door swings open. I can see bodyguards on either side of the carpet.
Then Duke peers in. He’s pretty cleaned up in a black suit. “Don’t fall on your face, bro,” he says.
Blitz shakes his head. “Don’t trip me.”
Duke steps aside and Blitz exits the car. The roar of the crowd is tremendous and flashes pop like crazy. He turns for me. “Ready?” he mouths.
I step carefully across the floor and bend down to emerge from the car. When I appear, the cameras go crazy all over again.
Holy cow, I’m here.
