Page 82 of The Ties That Bind
“It would be a powerful statement, Mrs. Davis,” Mr. Cummings agreed.
“One Holloway needs to hear loud and clear.”
“While I agree, we cannot have children acting as a distraction…”
Brie held her breath, expecting him to dismiss her request.
Instead, he surprised her. “…therefore, I will provide a professional nanny to assist you during the event.”
Brie smiled to herself, thrilled that he was honoring the request. “Thank you, Mr. Cummings.”
“It’s imperative that you tell no one you received the invitation or that you will be attending.”
“Why?”
“It’s a strategic move, Mrs. Davis.”
His answer made her even more curious about the event. “Who is going to be there?”
“The most influential people in Hollywood, including Greg Holloway.”
“And he has no idea I’m coming.” A slow smile spread across Brie’s face.
Absolutely perfect!
“Will the person who arranged the deal be there as well?” she asked.
“I wouldn’t know, Mrs. Davis.”
Brie shook her head with amusement. “It does make it interesting, not knowing who is behind this. It could be any person in the room—or not.”
“That would be a safe assumption.”
She laughed, liking Mr. Cummings’ dry sense of humor.
“I won’t say a word about the event, but who can I thank for the gown?”
“I will let Donatella know it was well received.”
Brie was left completely stunned. Whoever her benefactor was, they had connections beyond her wildest dreams.
Brie slowly twirled as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror. The black V-neck gown was cinched underneath her breasts and had a long, pleated skirt that flowed gracefully when she walked. Because of the unique style of the dress, it hid her post-pregnancy belly.
An onlooker’s attention would be focused on the bodice with its intricate gold highlights. This gown was elegant and classy in the way it accentuated her femininity.
Brie dressed Hope in a black dress with a yellow ribbon around the waist. She was lucky enough to find a white onesie with a black satin vest sewn onto it for their son. Anthony looked dashing. But, even as adorable as he was, no one could compete with his father.
Sir was the picture of sophistication and class in the same black Italian suit he’d worn at their wedding. The dark vest was covered in a silvery vine pattern that matched his bow tie. He was stylish perfection all the way down to his polished Italian shoes.
“Sir, I think you’re even more handsome now than you were at our wedding—and I can’t believe that’s even possible.”
He took her hand and twirled her around as he gazed at her intently. “Brianna Renee Davis, you will dominate them tonight.”
She was giddy at the thought of a submissive dominating all of Hollywood.
The limousine arrived shortly before the event was set to begin. Mr. Cummings had informed her that she would be arriving late in order to make a grand entrance. The driver arrived and knocked on their door.
When Brie answered it, he told her, “I have come to drive you and your family to the event, Mrs. Davis.”
