Page 81 of The Ties That Bind
“I love you, Sir,” she murmured, heading to the bedroom.
The moment Brie’s head hit the pillow she was out like a light.
In the weeks that followed, time seemed to stand still as Brie grew accustomed to life with two children. She cherished this quiet moment, knowing their lives would soon be interrupted by the demands of both of their careers.
On Anthony’s actual due date, Brie threw a private little party complete with balloons and party hats.
When the doorbell rang, she hurried to answer it, expecting it to be the “due date” cake she’d ordered. Instead, she was asked to sign for a mysterious box.
“Here, let me get that for you,” Sir offered when he saw the large size of it. “What did you order?” he asked, laughing as he set the box on the coffee table.
“I was just about to ask you that, Sir. So, this isn’t from you?”
He shook his head.
Brie quickly opened the box to find another box inside with the name “Versace” printed on it. “IknowI didn’t order this…”
Sir took the box out and found a fancy invitation underneath. Reading it, he told her, “It appears we have been invited to attend a premiere event being held downtown.”
“Who is the invitation from?”
He showed it to her. “Recognize the name?”
Brie’s jaw dropped when she saw Randall Cummings signature. “Oh, my goodness. I guess the cat is about to be let out of the bag.”
Sir lifted the lid of the box. “And in grand style, my dear.”
Brie lifted the black dress from the box, her heart racing. The long dress had gold accents that elevated the elegance of the gown.
“Wow…” she murmured.
“The event takes place two weeks from now,” he informed her.
Brie snorted, envisioning the look on Greg Holloway’s face when he heard the news.
The monster was finally going to be brought down. He thought he’d won, but in reality, Holloway’s demise was only two short weeks away.
Reckoning
The phone rang just minutes after the package arrived.
“Hello?”
“Mrs. Davis,” Mr. Cummings answered, “I am calling to confirm you received the package.”
“I certainly did.”
“I trust the gown is to your liking.”
She glanced at the gorgeous dress. “Very much so.”
“Excellent. A limousine will pick you up the night of the event. We will be making the official announcement.”
“Mr. Cummings, I know this request may sound out of left field, but I would like to bring my children.”
He cleared his throat. “This is a formal event. Why would you want to do that?”
“Greg Holloway made it clear that my film would never see the light of day. He is a misogynist, and I want the world to know that a woman and mother of young children was able to defeat him.”
