As in Mrs. Clark Kent?
I love it when you pick a superhero I can get behind.
Wild Kard
Or under.
That’s what besties do.
Deliver on-call superheroes, ready to serve your every need.
It’s followed by a kissy face emoji.
I tap out a quick thank-you and brace myself for Myra’s barrage of go-dos.
Drama Queen
I know you said no circuit, but I’ve already committed you to 2 shows this morning, 3 in the afternoon, and the charity gala.
Go straight to the hotel.
Glam is waiting in your room.
I’ve got a designer on standby if you need him.
Toodles.
I mouth toodles at my phone like it’s a four-letter word.
I love Ricardo Ricci, but I don’t need him.
And as it happens, I already have a gown.
Well.
Almost.
It’s a design I’ve been working on for weeks, but I hit a wall with the backless structure. Normally, that wouldn’t scare me.
Except this one is cut from an incredible cherry-red fabric that moves like water in the wind. Beautiful and dramatic.
And completely uninterested in holding its shape.
It isn’t exactly ideal for structure.
Still, my fingers itch to play with it. The fabric is gorgeous and stubborn, which only makes it more irresistible.
I’ll figure it out between interviews. Work it on the go.
From the driver’s seat, Travis arches a brow like he’s just picked up an escaped lunatic.
He’s not wrong.
But he’s still waiting for a destination.
“Can you pop the trunk?”
He nods. I’m already moving as it releases with a soft click. I grab the gown and my sewing kit, and feel a familiar spark of excitement light up.
