Page 115 of Beauty
“It is.” I grin at her. “Everything that girl owns is pink. Pretty sure she paints War’s nails pink before every game and insists he does it when he travels.”
Sienna lifts her chin, eyeing me. “Really?”
“Yeah, War’s an awesome dad. Josie’s foster parents abandoned her when she was diagnosed with cancer. Did you know that?”
Lips parted in shock, she shakes her head.
I settle back against the couch cushion. “The team—your brother—stepped up and made sure she got everything she needed.”
Her eyes fill with tears. “My brother’s got a big heart.”
“Yup. And that’s how War met Josie. He and Ava officially adopted her last year.”
“That’s so incredible.” She ducks her head and wipes at her cheeks. “I’ve met them a few times, but I never knew that story. Thanks for sharing it with me.”
“Of course.” I clear the emotion from my throat and squint at the pad in front of her. “So what kind of design are you thinking?”
She gives me a look that saysLike you actually care.
The truth is I do. If Sienna is involved, then I’m interested.
Rather than tell her that—she won’t believe it anyway—I arch a brow and wait her out.
Eventually, she relents and turns the sketchpad around.
The woman she’s drawn is curvy, her dress cutting across one shoulder and tightening at the waist before flowing to the floor.
“This is one option.” She goes on to explain how the lines of the top and the way the dress is cut should accentuate her sister-in-law’s figure while drawing attention away from the parts of her body she doesn’t love.
Damn. Sometimes I forget how much effort women have to put into a night at a gala like this one.
And even before the woman slips the dress on, there’s another person designing it with her insecurities in mind.
She shows me a wrap dress next. This one has an oversized bow that ties at the waist. The shantung fabric, she explains, won’t show every dimple but rather hang elegantly, creating cleaner lines. The shimmery shantung she has in mind would cause the dress to look deep purple from one angle, a deep magenta from another, and a deep pink from a third.
Honestly, that one sounds like a winner to me, but she’s not done. The next dress is a halter. The top is black, and the bottom is made with the same shantung fabric as the previous dress.
All are considered ball gowns, she explains, and her plan is to make all three so Liv can try them on and pick the one she likes best.
“So you cut the fabric and just sew it together?” I probably sound like an idiot, but this is my introduction to fashion. I guess I have a lot to learn.
Sienna laughs. “Yes. My friend Cat ownsJoliemagazine. She has an entire crew of tailors on staff. I’ll give them the designs and the fabric, and we’ll work on it together.”
“That’s so cool.” The statement is pitiful, really. But I don’t have the words to describe how impressive she is. “I want to watch that. Bet a lot of other people would want to as well.”
She laughs again. “Yeah, it’s like someone could create a whole show about it.”
I drop my head back with a groan. Shit. I forgot. “I never watched.”
She bites her lip and nods. “I figured.”
But now I want to. God, I want to watch every second of it.
It should have been the first thing I did once I realized who she was.
“Bet you Ollie would love it.”
Her cheeks go pink. “Don’t force your son to watch my show. And don’t go thinking that you have to either.”
