“This could be huge,” I say.
Tony grins. “Huge doesn’t even begin to cover it. If he likes our stuff…”
He trails off, but he doesn’t need to finish the sentence. If Bellanti notices our designs, everything could change.
“This could be our big break,” I squeal.
Hunter chuckles, “No pressure, Viper.”
Tony turns dramatically toward Viper, pointing an accusatory finger at her.
“You hear that?” he says. “No pressure. Except that Zara and my entire future depend on you and Bianca looking absolutely flawless tomorrow.”
Viper leans back in her chair, completely unfazed. Her blonde hair falls over one shoulder as she crosses her arms.
“Oh, is that all?” she says dryly.
Tony nods seriously. “Yep. No big deal. Just the crushing weight of our hopes and dreams.”
Izzy snorts.
Viper rolls her eyes. “Relax, drama king. Bianca and I will nail it.”
“You promise?” Tony presses.
Viper tilts her head toward him. “Tony, if you think I’m letting someone trip me on a runway while I’m wearing your outfits, you clearly haven’t been paying attention.”
Hunter chuckles again.
Tony studies her a second longer, then finally sighs. “Fine. I trust you.”
“You should,” she says.
Then her expression shifts slightly.
“But I can’t wait until it’s over.”
I frown. “Why?”
Viper shrugs. “Because I feel naked.”
Tony blinks. “You’re literally going to be wearing couture.”
“That’s not what I mean,” she says.
I lean forward, curious. “Then what do you mean?”
She glances around the table like she’s debating how much to reveal.
Then she sighs.
“Okay. Quick inventory.”
Hunter groans softly. “Here we go.”
Viper ignores him and taps her kutte.
“Inside pocket—pepper spray.”
