Hailey
"Stop fidgeting," Rebecca whispers as she sees me smoothing the front of my dress again. "You look incredible."
Josh squeezes my hand. "She's right. You do."
His eyes haven't left me since I emerged from the bedroom earlier, and the heat in his gaze makes me forget about the dress's revealing neckline. He looks devastatingly handsome in his designer shirt, which was gifted by the designer himself. A reward for a successful photoshoot.
The door swings open before we can ring the bell, revealing a uniformed staff member who nods politely. "Welcome to Mr. Winters' residence. Please, come in."
Of course, this man has uniformed staff members.
The foyer alone is bigger than my entire apartment, with soaring ceilings, modern art installations, and a chandelier that probably costs more than my yearly salary. Music drifts from deeper within the house, along with the buzz of conversation and occasional laughter.
