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“Showing you where my halo is.”

Keifer snorted then walked back toward his home office. “Young lady, if you have a halo, then I’m gonna go see if I can’t sell someone an oceanfront property in the Midwest.”

“The Midwest doesn’t have any oceanfront property,” Delilah yelled.

“Well, if you have a halo, then there’s gotta be an ocean there,” he hollered back.

“How rude,” she muttered.

He tossed her a wink over his shoulder, then went into his office. When life went crazy, the one constant was his child.

Keifer picked up his phone and made a few phone calls to ensure the seats were where he’d told Delilah. Although he didn’t care about fashion, making his daughter happy with a few hours of watching a bunch of models strut down runways didn’t seem like a bad thing.

Chapter Seven

“They look amazing,don’t they?” Nova looked from one garment to the next, her visions finally on bright and colorful display. She’d dreamed of the day she’d finally be big enough to not only have people want her things but to have celebrities model them.

“Nova, you’re a genius. If you weren’t my friend, I’d be a jealous beotch. As it is, I kinda crush on you. I told my husband that if I swung that way, you’d be my hall pass.” Candi her assistant grinned over her clipboard.

She laughed at the blonde with pink tips and the bombshell body. “Well, if I was into girls, you’d totally be my type as well. Sadly, I’m strictly dickly.”

Candi’s eyes went comically wide. “Is that a thing?”

Nova shrugged. “I believe so. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I see women and can think they’re absolutely stunning and envy their figures or whatever. But I never get that tingly feeling I do when I see a gorgeous man.”

“Ah, I gotcha. Same for me. So, what’re you gonna wear for your walk down the runway?” Candi looked at her clipboard before looking at the models.

“I have a pair of black leather pants I’m going to pair with a top I created on a whim.” She hadn’t shown anyone the top yet, and since it wasn’t officially part of the collection, she didn’t want to put it on one of the models.

Nova got lost in organizing models, making sure their hair and makeup was how she envisioned with each garment. By the time she was set to line the models up, Nova didn’t think she was prepared properly. Her stomach was in knots, rolling with the lack of food she’d forgotten to consume. “Candi, I think I’m going to be sick.”

“Don’t, your top is white, and you don’t have a backup plan.” Candi waved the clipboard in front of her creating a blast of cool air.

“I’m okay.” God, she hoped she’d be. It wasn’t the first time she’d felt nauseous in the last couple weeks. Stress was good for her weight she guessed.

Music began playing, the MC prepared even if she wasn’t.

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