Colibrì

15.

There was one more event the Hummingbirds had to attend before preparing for their world tour: the Met Gala.

The. Met. Gala. Every time Addie thought about it, she nearly passed out. It was one of the biggest events celebrities attended, and she'd been invited to it. Well, not just her, of course, but still.

This year's theme was Romantic Age: The Sublime and The Beautiful. Apparently, they'd been inspired by Romantic poets and novelists of the early 1800s.

Now, Addie had spoken with Brianne about their issues with her revealing clothes. They'd agreed that for the Gala she'd wear something covering and family-friendly.

Then Givenchy sent them a picture of a dress they wanted her to wear, and everyone on her crew unanimously agreed that that was the right dress for Aderyn. Regardless of what that stupid article had said.

The outfit came in that morning, after they'd just arrived at their hotel in New York City. The Gala would start that afternoon, which meant they had just enough time to get ready for it.

She had no idea what the others would be wearing, and they would have never guessed what she would show up in.

The dress was still in its bag, waiting to be revealed in all its beauty. They'd already done her hair — using gel to make it look like it was wet — and her makeup, dark and heavy on her clear eyes and with a rich blood-red lipstick on her mouth.

Brianne stood next to Addie and asked, "Ready to put it on?"

"Hell yeah," she replied, excited. When the dress was taken out of its bag, Addie's eyes glowed. "It's even more beautiful than it was in the picture."

Brianne nodded with her brows raised. "And even more see-through."

The black lace portraying natural designs was of the finest material, soft and delicate. The dress was a tight cascade of see-through fabric with black flowers and leaves to bring out the theme of the Gala.

The final look was supposed to make her look like a gothic, supernatural creature that came from nightmares. Apparently, these were the themes favored by the romantic poets. With the dress on, Addie would indeed look like a dangerous femme fatale.

"One question," she started. "What underwear am I wearing?"

Brianne bit her lip and picked up something from another tiny bag. "Not much," she answered, showing her the nearly non-existent black thong.

"Jesus... What's happening up here, then?" Addie wondered, pointing at her chest.

"For the public? Christmas," Brianne joked, hinting that there would be nothing covering her breasts. "You're up for this?"

Taking a deep breath, Addie nodded. "Let's do this."

"Good. It was too late to change your mind anyway."

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Since Hawk, Arden, and Robin were ready well before Addie, they were driven to the event before her, waiting for her arrival.

Being part of a band, they'd been given the same type of clothes, with some small differences. Going for the whole Romantic poet with opioid addiction, they wore 1800s white shirts.

Robin had some beige pants and matching suspenders, while Arden wore similar pants and a grey jacket, shorter in the front and longer in the back. Hawk had been lucky enough to be allowed to stick to darker clothes, with black pants and a black waistcoat with golden buttons, with a tie tightly wrapped around the neck of his shirt.