CHAPTER 19
ONCE I’D GOT back into my casual clothes, I went outside to watch a little of Lexi’s photoshoot with Ishmael. As well as some beautiful gowns, she ended up wearing one dress that closely resembled a parrot and another designed to look like it was upside down.
“I’m having gymnasts for my next runway show,” he told me. “I want them walking on their hands.”
“But surely people won’t wear the dresses like that?”
“Of course not. I don’t care if I sell those crazy outfits or not. I just want the column inches so people see my proper clothes, love them, then buy them.”
Underneath all the pink sparkles, it seemed there was a businessman lurking, and after I’d got over his initial bluntness, he wasn’t a bad guy.
“Brandon and I are going out clubbing with Ishmael tonight,” Lexi said
