… and still, she likely would have gone to the first We, The Romantics show tonight, had she not agreed weeks ago to attend a launch party with Robbie. He was one of the brand ambassadors for Roman Montrose’s men’s line, and he was everywhere tonight. It would have been incredibly odd for her not to be here, too.
Typically, brand parties were some of her favorite events to attend. The free merchandise? Top notch.
She was, actually, excited about tonight in particular, because one of the merch pieces they’d been given was a pair of sunglasses from the new line, and she knew Darcy was going to love them. Darcy wore the hell out of a good pair of sunglasses.
Still, though, it was Darcy’s first night on tour. It was abigthing.
The one-off performances and shows We, The Romantics had done throughout the last year were nothing to sniff at, but their own full-length show was different.
Juliet wanted to be there. And since she couldn’t be there, she wanted to see the play-by-plays, live.
She couldn’t spend the night with her nose buried in her phone; that was a terrible look. She had to chat, had to rub elbows, had to be proud and excited for Robbie. Which meant she wouldn’t have the time to scour social media for updates on Darcy’s show.
So, Laura was doing that for her.
Within a minute of all of We, The Romantics big songs, Laura would send high-resolution photos and videos through to her, having found the best accounts that were sharing all of the media live.
Juliet just had to find the best times to duck away and quickly check her phone.
She squeezed Robbie’s arm, the one tucked through hers. “Excuse me; I have to use the restroom,” she murmured,shooting him and the couple they were speaking to an apologetic smile.
Anticipation laced through her veins as she did not rush to the bathroom but walked at a very controlled pace.
Then she quickly snapped the lock into place, clicking the video. Finally, she could listen with real volume.
Juliet – 10:35P.M.
Incredible final performance. I didn’t expect Three-Part Harmony to be the final song, but it makes a lot of thematic sense
She hadn’t counted on Darcy seeing her message any time soon; she’djustfinished her show.
But Darcy did see it, immediately.
And Juliet’s phone buzzed in her hand with the incoming video call. She flicked her gaze to the locked door just to make sure, before she answered.
The smile on her lips was wide and exuberant, but she didn’t bother trying to smother it.
Especially not when she saw the exhilaration on Darcy’s face. Even through the phone in the fluorescent backstage lighting at the venue, her eyes were bright, and her cheeks were pink, and she looked…
She looked like she’d just done something she’d always been meant to do.
“Were you watching?” Darcy asked without any preamble.
She shot Darcy a look. “You watched my shows. If you think I don’t remember your search history, you are sorely mistaken.”
Darcy reeled back. “You don’t know mysearch history.”
A smug smile tugged up at her lips. “Yeah, but I know your most recent history when you picked me up in December was all me.”
Yes, the reminder of that did still buzz with satisfaction.
“Notallyou,” Darcy disagreed.
“Fine, you also had looked up the best-looking popcorn string patterns.” She rolled her eyes. “But I’m not counting that.”
“Anyway,” Darcy cleared her throat, pointedly. Returning to eyeing Juliet with her own ridiculously hot, smug smile. “Aren’t you at that brand launch party thing?”
She angled her chin up, deliberately angling the camera down at the new purse on her arm that clearly showed the Montrose logo. “Perhaps I am.”
