Chapter 27

“Shouldn’t we already be there?” Christian looks at my reflection in the mirror over my shoulder as I quickly apply my war paint and frown harder. Extra concealer on my blotchy tear-stained pallor.

“No. Models and beauty teams were in at six. We don’t need to go until nine, as the show starts at ten… I need to do this, and we’ll go. My driver is taking us today instead of walking it. It’s not far, but I would look like a drowned rat in this weather and can’t deal with a walk today.”

“Don’t hate him, Sophs… The guy is devastated that he’s missing this and asked me to film the entire thing on my cell.” Christian is now frowning, pleading puppy eyes honed on mine as I regard him coolly. That blonde hair is flopping over one gorgeous blue eye fluttering dramatically. Christian is still a beautiful-looking boy, but he seems to be adopting a very non-gender style nowadays, sporting some false lashes and pink lips to go with his Louis Vuitton black suit and pink bag.

“Don