His nose scrunches up as he looks around. “I see there’s not much to work with.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
He considers this. “Not really. You have great light in here.”
The man walks toward the windows, looking down at the water below.
“What’s your name?” I ask.
“Edward Billings,” he states matter-of-factly with a quick turn of his heel. He extends his hand, his tablet tucked into the crookof his elbow in the other.
I take it, shaking it firmly once. “Cooper Henry,” I say, knowing full well he knows exactly who I am.
Edward looks me up and down once. “You need to get dressed.” I want to chuckle at the sheer level of disgust in his voice, but the steely gaze stops me.
“Do you have any artistic direction for me?” I quip with a smile.
“Something you feel comfortable in and gives you a little bit more of a,” he stops for a moment, wincing. “Personality,” he says with a shrug.
“More?” I feign shock, placing my hand on my chest.
“The more personality, the better. Reality TV gold is made off the backs of dramatic, unstable people, Mr. Henry.”
Right.
A slight panic runs through me as I run to my room, throwing open my closet doors. I have no idea what to wear. My definition of fashion is a pair of cutoff shorts and a crop top, but something tells me that if I walk downstairs in that, Edward is going to throw me off my balcony and tell his boss it was an accident.
So I do the only thing I can think to do.
I call Leo. He answers on the second ring.
“This better be good,” he mutters. I can hear him climbing out of bed.
“I need your help,” I tell him, my voice about an octave higher than normal.
“We’ve established this long ago.” There’s a pause as I hear his door shut.
“No, I need help picking out an outfit.”
The end of the line is silent.
“Leo?”
“Why am I the one you’re calling for this? You have a sister.”
“Because you’ve been working with thatstylist?—”
“That Briar made me get.” Okay, someone’s grumpy as shit this morning.
“Doesn’t matter. Help me.”
He sighs, and I hear him pick up something heavy. “Go into your bathroom,” he says with a groan.
“Yes, Daddy.”
I head into the bathroom and look out the window to the inner harbor below. “Why am I here?”
Leo clicks his tongue. “You are nowhere near ready for this thing. Go grab that Henley the boys always compliment you on.”
