do you so we will do it in shifts," said Nicole, still clearly operating in work mode. "I'll be back in a few. The band is moving in and the flowers are done. Just make sure these napkin fuckers get their job done."
Nicole didn't even wait for Lizzie to respond as she jogged down the runway and disappeared out of sight.
By the time the napkins were folded and the flowers were perfectly arranged, it was nearly seven . So much for shifts ! With only an hour until the event, Nicole arrived and was escorted up the runway by a short balding man with black rimmed glasses . That must be the trol l . Nicole looked stunning. Her pin straight hair had been looped into wavy curls that fell around her neck. The thin straps of her gown held a flowing wine colored fabric.
Lizzie made her way down the runway as Nicole walked up, pointing things out to the troll. "As you can see Mr. Anderson, we have this area prepped for cocktails when the guests arrive." He nodded with his mouth pursed and eyebrows raised, clearly impressed by their handiwork.
As Lizzie passed them, Nicole looked back and mouthed, "I'm so sorry" with a winced face. She quickly turned back to the troll and again began to point out details.
As Lizzie briskly walked to the start of the pier, she stole a quick glance at the ship. She could see Lizzie standing at the top of the runway. The ship looked marvelous. They had pulled it off. She held up her hand to hail a cab and looked at her phone . Shit. fifty-six minutes to get ready and get back. You're killing me Nic.
9
At a quarter past eight, Nicole and Mr. Anderson watched from the top of the runway as the guests arrived. Seeing the ladies in their gowns and the gentlemen in their tuxedos gave her a rush.
Looking down the long pier, she could see cars lined up to deliver their passengers. One car caught her eye. It was definitely antique, forest green, and huge. As it pulled up, its driver quickly got out and opened the rear door. Nicole strained to see the man getting out of the car. His broad shoulders and chiseled chin seemed to be carved out of solid stone. He was much more handsome in person. Nicole had seen pictures of Mackenzie Steele in the papers. The hunky, hotheaded son of a billionaire always drew a crowd, and it seemed like he was enjoying the playboy lifestyle. She hadn't been expecting him at the party and wondered if this was the reason for Anderson's sudden budget change.
He walked confidently up the runway and she broke her gaze. He shook hands with a number of the men coming up the runway. They all addressed him as "Mr. Steele." As he approached, he gave Mr. Anderson a nod. "Mackenzie," said Anderson in acknowledgement. She thought it was a bit odd that Mr. Anderson had referred to him by his first name when everyone else he saw bent over backwards to kiss his ass.
Mackenzie Steele disappeared into the crowd at the top of the runway, and Nicole turned her gaze again toward the queuing traffic.
* * *
Further up the pier, Lizzie tipped the cabbie and stepped out of the car. She touched her hair to make sure it was still in place. Her feet moved swiftly beneath her as she walked towards the ship. She was late, but satisfied that she had pulled off a wardrobe change and travel time in just over an hour. She spotted Nicole and the troll at the top of the ramp and gave a quick wave. Nicole excused herself, and met Lizzie on the runway.
"I am so sorry I was late," Nicole said. "I think I changed like six times." She took a step back. "Lizzie, You look amazing. Damn. There is definitely a penis or two at this party that..."
"No, penises," whispered Lizzie fanning herself. She shook her head. "I'm sweating. It is so hot out here," she said.
"That's because you just friggin' ran a mile down a pier to get here," laughed Nicole. "Go get a drink. I'll just be a second," she said motioning at Anderson who was still standing at the top of the
Nicole didn't even wait for Lizzie to respond as she jogged down the runway and disappeared out of sight.
By the time the napkins were folded and the flowers were perfectly arranged, it was nearly seven . So much for shifts ! With only an hour until the event, Nicole arrived and was escorted up the runway by a short balding man with black rimmed glasses . That must be the trol l . Nicole looked stunning. Her pin straight hair had been looped into wavy curls that fell around her neck. The thin straps of her gown held a flowing wine colored fabric.
Lizzie made her way down the runway as Nicole walked up, pointing things out to the troll. "As you can see Mr. Anderson, we have this area prepped for cocktails when the guests arrive." He nodded with his mouth pursed and eyebrows raised, clearly impressed by their handiwork.
As Lizzie passed them, Nicole looked back and mouthed, "I'm so sorry" with a winced face. She quickly turned back to the troll and again began to point out details.
As Lizzie briskly walked to the start of the pier, she stole a quick glance at the ship. She could see Lizzie standing at the top of the runway. The ship looked marvelous. They had pulled it off. She held up her hand to hail a cab and looked at her phone . Shit. fifty-six minutes to get ready and get back. You're killing me Nic.
9
At a quarter past eight, Nicole and Mr. Anderson watched from the top of the runway as the guests arrived. Seeing the ladies in their gowns and the gentlemen in their tuxedos gave her a rush.
Looking down the long pier, she could see cars lined up to deliver their passengers. One car caught her eye. It was definitely antique, forest green, and huge. As it pulled up, its driver quickly got out and opened the rear door. Nicole strained to see the man getting out of the car. His broad shoulders and chiseled chin seemed to be carved out of solid stone. He was much more handsome in person. Nicole had seen pictures of Mackenzie Steele in the papers. The hunky, hotheaded son of a billionaire always drew a crowd, and it seemed like he was enjoying the playboy lifestyle. She hadn't been expecting him at the party and wondered if this was the reason for Anderson's sudden budget change.
He walked confidently up the runway and she broke her gaze. He shook hands with a number of the men coming up the runway. They all addressed him as "Mr. Steele." As he approached, he gave Mr. Anderson a nod. "Mackenzie," said Anderson in acknowledgement. She thought it was a bit odd that Mr. Anderson had referred to him by his first name when everyone else he saw bent over backwards to kiss his ass.
Mackenzie Steele disappeared into the crowd at the top of the runway, and Nicole turned her gaze again toward the queuing traffic.
* * *
Further up the pier, Lizzie tipped the cabbie and stepped out of the car. She touched her hair to make sure it was still in place. Her feet moved swiftly beneath her as she walked towards the ship. She was late, but satisfied that she had pulled off a wardrobe change and travel time in just over an hour. She spotted Nicole and the troll at the top of the ramp and gave a quick wave. Nicole excused herself, and met Lizzie on the runway.
"I am so sorry I was late," Nicole said. "I think I changed like six times." She took a step back. "Lizzie, You look amazing. Damn. There is definitely a penis or two at this party that..."
"No, penises," whispered Lizzie fanning herself. She shook her head. "I'm sweating. It is so hot out here," she said.
"That's because you just friggin' ran a mile down a pier to get here," laughed Nicole. "Go get a drink. I'll just be a second," she said motioning at Anderson who was still standing at the top of the
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