“What about the bachelorette party?” Isla pipes up. “If the boys are going to Monaco, then so should we.”
“We could be Bond girls,” I suggest.
“And Yvette can do your dress. We could fly to Paris, then onto Monaco for the party,” Sienna adds.
Thanks, SiSi. That was who I was going to suggest because she did a fantastic job of hers, plus Yvette is a friend and we can trust her not to sell out the details to the media.
“Oh my god, that’s brilliant.” Vanessa squeals.
“Sebastien could do the catering. He’s a famous chef,” I suggest more as a joke, but I think they are taking my suggestion seriously. Oh shit.
“Do you mean Sebastien Sanchez?” Camryn asks, and Vanessa nods. “He’s like one of the most sought-after chefs in the world, plus the man is stunning.”
“Sienna knows all about that, don’t you?” I smirk.
Camryn gasps.
“Stop it,” Sienna says, throwing a fortune cookie at me.
Camryn looks between Sienna and me, and I can see she wants to know the goss.
“Before she got serious with Evan, she hooked up with Sebastien,” I explain.
“D,” Sienna shouts.
“We only kissed, we were friends, plus my relationship with Evan was complicated then,” Sienna explains.
“Who cares? That boy is fine. Do you seriously think he’d cater the wedding?” Camryn asks, looking hopeful.
Sienna shrugs. “I can always ask, no harm in it.” Until Evan finds out, I think.
“This is going to be the best wedding ever,” Christian says excitedly.
24
DERRICK
Today is the day. My stomach is in a ball of knots, and I think I’m going to throw up. It’s the one-year anniversary party of Dirty Texas Records and Wyld Jones Boutique, as well as the launch of Wyld Jones men’s wear. We’ve started to stock the range after I had a man stumble in and ask where the men’s wear is, and was very disappointed that I, as a gay man, was not supporting my friends in WeHo with stylish wear. They were right, and when I mentioned this to Sienna, she encouraged me to go ahead and do it.I love my girl.Of course, everyone wanted to help me on model casting day. We have all been working our asses off to turn this event into something huge. There’s a concert and fashion show, and we’ve invited celebrity guests, fans, and loyal customers.
“Hey, angel,” Christian says, greeting Vanessa, while we supervise the stage and runway being built over the pool.
Ness was lost in her thoughts and jumps when she sees her hubby. “Hey.”
“How’s it all going?” he asks.
“Great, just making sure this gets set up correctly. Most of the bands are here already hanging out in the cabanas.” Shepoints behind where we are standing. Camryn suggested VIP cabanas around the pool where people can party with rock stars. I hear a squeal and turn around to see Ness’ cheeks are bright red and Christian is looking sheepishly at us.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, would you two stop your newly-wedded bliss?” I smirk.
“I was just trying to convince my wife to have a quickie with me in one of the cabanas.”
“Christian.” Ness gasps.
“You have ten minutes before I need her again. Think you can be quick?” Camryn tells Christian.
“Normally, no, but at the moment, yes.” He smirks triumphantly and hauls his new wife away to christen a cabana.
“They make me sick. But only because I’m jealous,” Camryn says as we watch them skip away happily.
