Page 62 of Brooke's Bliss
“Hey, don’t you have that red spot on your leg?”Shaneasked.He’d already downed his.“What if it wasn’t poison ivy?”
“Cass,” Bay said, “we’re going to need to make that atriple.”
Thursday
“You’re sure you don’t want to ordersomething?Or bring in a famous designer?”Brooke sat in the big cabin SethStark had built years before.This monstrosity of comfort had been designedwith a family in mind, and like all things Seth Stark wanted, he’d made ithappen.
Georgia shrugged.“Why would I do that when I have you?Unless you don’t want to do it.”Georgia was a gorgeous woman with blonde hairand a sweet face.“I’m reluctant to go with most of the famous designers.Youknow they don’t like to design for larger women.”
Larger?Brooke barely managed to not roll her eyes, but sheunderstood.Georgia was a whole size ten instead of a zero.She was stunningand sexy and had two men panting after her, but the fashion world could becruel to anyone with hips and breasts.
The theater was different.She designed for the character,not some standard few people could ever meet.She had to think about thecharacter, how they would dress, how clothes would make them feel.If clothingwas armor or an outward expression of who they were inside.
She was remembering why she liked it so much.And it didn’thurt that Cleo praised her as a goddess every day.
And then Bay and Shane worshipped her like one at night.
“I think they’ll make an exception for Georgia Stark-Warner.You’re kind of the coolest woman in the city right now,” Brooke pointed out.“And I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but there are a whole bunch of ladies inManhattan who follow your every move and dress exactly like you.”
“Because she’s the most gorgeous girl in the world,” Sethsaid, walking through, carrying a bundle of the cutest chunk ever.WesleyStark-Warner looked like his mom, with a mop of blonde hair and a wide smileshowing the beginnings of his first tooth.The baby drooled and hung onto hisfather.
“There are plenty of people in Manhattan who think I’m agold-digging moron threatening to upend their society,” Georgia pointed out.
Seth leaned over and kissed her forehead.“And we don’t givea fuck about those people.Is this about the Met Gala?I told you, if you don’twant to go you don’t have to.”
“She’s going.”Logan walked in from the back.“This issomething she’s dreamed about all of her life, and she’s not going to allow abunch of societal assholes to hold her back.She’s on the board of the museumand has more than every right to be there on the big night.”
Which was why she should have a famous designer doing herdress.The Met Gala was one of fashion’s big shows.It was one of the mostanticipated and photographed and talked about events in her world.
“Oh, I’m going.They’re not going to stop me, but I need theright dress.Something dramatic,” Georgia said with a smile.“Honestly, Iwouldn’t hate something that played to the stereotypes they put me in.So Ineed something gold and stripper-like.”
Seth laughed.“And I’m putting Wes down for his nap.Let meknow what I’m wearing, baby.You know I never have to wear a tux to the annualheritage festival here in Bliss.”
“Or to WooWooFest,” Loganpointed out.“Brooke, how’s the engagement going to two men you barely knew aweek ago?”
She could always count on Logan to point out the obviousflaws in her plans.
She’d never had him out to her apartment because she wasashamed of how small it was.How little she’d been able to achieve.
Brooke stood up and gave Logan a hug since she hadn’t seenhim in a couple of days.Logan squeezed her tight and whispered.“She’s nervousabout having a gown custom designed.She only trusts you.Please.”
She wasn’t big enough to design for the Met.
Or she was, and it was time to prove it.She didn’t want tolet her family down, but maybe it was time to figure out if what she thoughtshe wanted at eighteen was what she wanted at twenty-eight.
What would her eighteen-year-old self say?Now that shethought about it, her eighteen-year-oldself hadbeenkind of kick ass.
She took a deep breath and stepped back before turning toGeorgia.If Georgia could walk out in front of that crowd proud and steadfastin who she was, then Brooke could design the clothes she would make a stand in.“Gold, then.I’m thinking flashy on the surface but deep and complexunderneath.How do you feel about a gown that transforms?”
She was thinking about starting out with a gown that lookedhard and metallic and then revealed itself to be soft and lovely under theouter coat.
Georgia’s eyes lit up.“I feel amazing.”
Brooke settled in and got to work.
Friday
“I don’t know.”Trev stood outside thebunkhouse, a mug of coffee in his hands.“How the hell would they get in?”
