Page 195 of The Perfect Spiral
About fifteen minutes later, after Georgie has applied lashes and mascara, she tells me to open my eyes. I see the options Steph has laid out on my bed: a cream jumpsuit, a long white dress, a yellow top with electric blue shorts, a red mini dress, and a yellow mini dress.
All the options are gorgeous, but I trust Steph’s style implicitly. She could throw me in anything, and I’d be content. I even like what she’s wearing.
“Honestly, I think you should wear yellow or red. They’re both your colors!” She scans her outfits, lifts the yellow top and blue shorts, and tells me to try them on.
I do, and they’re lovely, but she’s not quite satisfied. She hands me the red dress next, and I slip it on with a little help from the girls. They tell me it’s pretty, but not quite stunning.
So, she hands me the yellow mini dress, and by mini, I meanmini. It’s short but covers everything important. I see three pairs of eyes widen and heads nodding in approval.
“This is it! This is the one!” Steph beams, pulling me over to the mirror. “Is there any way you could make it a tiny bit longer?” I ask, looking at myself in the mirror. I have to agree with them—it’s stunning and perfectly complements my tan and eyes.
My hair and makeup are simple and natural, but it’s clear I’m wearing makeup. Maria has given me big, bouncy beach waves that look like they belong in a Victoria’s Secret ad.
Steph comes over and pulls the dress down a bit, smoothing out a bunch that was caught underneath. That’s why it was so short. It’s a short dress, but I’m petite, so it looks normal enough on me.
A knock on the door interrupts us, and Steph peeks her head out to tell the manager we need five more minutes. I feel like I’m in a fashion show. I don’t know how models do it.
I slip on strappy nude heels that tie slightly up my calves. I can already tell they won’t be comfortable tonight.
“Are you wearing underwear?”
Steph’s question snaps me out of my daze. I nod, “I didn’t bring any thongs with me. Can you see it through the dress?” Panic sets in as I turn to see if my underwear line is visible.
I look at her for guidance, and she gives me an apologetic look. “I’m going to have to go commando, aren’t I?” I close my eyes and let out a sigh.
“I’m afraid so, Alex. I don’t have any thongs with me. I’m sorry,” she sympathizes. I lift my dress and pull off my underwear, tossing them onto my bed. I turn around to see no visible line and smile, but I feel exposed.
Well, it’s not the first time you’ve gone to an event without underwear, Alex.
“Time to go or you’ll be extremely fashionably late!” She winks at me. One last look in the mirror and I’m ready to head out the door to the living room/kitchen area.
I grab my clutch, pull my dress down until it’s just above my knees, and adjust my bra one last time. I walk out of the room and see everyone engrossed in their phones.
The click of my heels on the tiles draws Drake’s attention first.
“Woah—fuck, she looks hot,” he whispers loudly, causing everyone to look up and see what he’s talking about.
I blush at Drake’s words and awkwardly avert my gaze to Knox, who is staring at me, wide-eyed, his jaw practically on the floor. “Woah...” His eyebrows shoot up in disbelief, and I smile at him.
His eyes roam my body, taking in every inch of me on display as if I’m a work of art. “You’ll catch flies with your mouths open like that, boys,” Knox’s agent says, laughing at their reactions.
I can’t help but laugh too. She’s hilarious, and that’s why I like her so much. “But we have to leave now.”
I nod, turning around to thank Georgie, Maria, and Steph for their help with individual hugs and kisses. I leave them in the condo while the team heads towards the elevator, Knox and I trailing behind.
I feel a hand snake around my waist and pull me to his side, followed by a light kiss on my temple.
“You look so beautiful, baby doll,” he tells me sincerely, making me blush again. I awkwardly fix my hair and whisper a thank you.
As soon as we reach the elevator, Knox pulls me to the back and grabs my ass. He gives it a light squeeze, making me gasp and hithim with my clutch.
He grins cheekily and holds his hands up in surrender. “What? They have a mind of their own.”
I roll my eyes, “You two must think a lot alike then.”
I nudge him with my shoulder, eliciting laughter from the others in the elevator. We make our way to the large, tinted-window Range Rovers waiting for us in the underground car park.
The doors are held open for us, and I slide in, buckling my seat belt. His agent and manager join us, along with a driver up front.
