Chapter 7
Nothing was going right. Not the designs, not the alterations, not the fact that he’d fitted Kelly and then the girl had turned around and twisted her ankle on the subway and so now he had wasted a day’s worth of work and was scrambling to make it up. Jared had less than twenty-four hours until the show, and at this point, he wasn’t even sure he had enough models, let alone a date to go with him.
Rick had said yes, but that had been five days ago. Five days since Jared had opened his big mouth and made the suggestion about raising some more awareness for the charity. Five days since Rick had gently let him down by reminding him that his patients were more interested in figuring out how to stay alive than showing off some narcissist’s fashion designs. Rick had been diplomatic ab
