The Cutting Room Floor (Vox x f!Reader)

Chapter 3

"Don't you ever pick up the phone anymore?"

You let out an inaudible sigh, leaning back in the car seat and smirking at his annoyance, "I've been busy, Vox, you understand that," You said smoothly, your tone dripping with the sweet charm that gets any irritation eased, "So, what's up?"

"Are you almost there? Val and I are getting pretty close."

He was checking to make sure the red carpet order was on schedule. You would arrive at the venue a couple minutes before Vox and Valentino, and then finally Velvette, the guest of honor, would make her entrance. You, Vox and Valentino had been working on the plans for Velvette's birthday party for months now. Velvette basically assigned you to it to add perspective, which was understandable. You had Velvette down to a T, and of course all the connections and creative flair. She wanted a huge party like the Met Gala, with only the hottest of Hell's celebrities and influencers, at a venue that everyone who's anyone would be dying to get into. Limited to the Pride ring, you picked out a luxurious and exclusive night-club, considered to be Pride's equivalent of Ozzie's in the Lust Ring. Oh, if only you could travel to other rings.

All day you had been seeing Velvette on Sinstagram and ENVEE, boasting about her birthday celebrations. You of course had put up a story on your Sinstagram account, wishing her a happy birthday with pictures you had taken with her over the past couple years. You also had a gift delivered to her- a pair of skull stud earrings made out of diamonds and other rare gems with a matching choker that had another little diamond skull in the center. She said she would wear them tonight.

"We can't wait to see you, amorcita~!" Valentino piped in, his cooed voice ringing out through the speaker.

"Aw, right back at you both," You replied, matching the enthusiasm, "I'm pulling up now!"

"Oh yeah, I can see. That's your limo isn't it? We're close behind." Watching you with a drone? Figures. You looked out the tinted window to see the red carpet, demon and hellborn celebrities and socialites getting their pictures taken by the crowds of photographers, and giving their attention to reporters.

"Oh, gotta go. Red carpet's waiting for me. I'll see you boys soon!"

Your phone beeped as you hung up, slipping it into your concealed skirt pocket. You had chosen a two piece matching skirt and top, both glittering wine red. Your top was cropped, wearing like a bra would, with the sparkling fabric draped and pulled tight. The long sleeves clung to you, the fabric being more see-through. The skirt hugged your hips and thighs, ending half-way to your knees and the top lining just a bit above your waist, allowing for the gap that exposed your lower rib cage. Your d'orsay heels were the same deep red with diamond encrusted bows on the topline and straps around your ankles. Diamond choker too, of course, fitted around your neck.

The limo came to a slow stop, and your driver stepped out and circled around the vehicle. You took a deep breath with your excitement creeping up on you, your bright smile naturally coming on when the door opened for you. The moment your heel hit the carpet, the crowd began clamoring with cheers, cameras being turned to capture the moment, reporters fighting through to come up to you, bound by the ropes and security lining the carpet. You sent out an illusion that made the air twinkle, setting up one of your iconic entrances.

Gracefully, you stepped out and into the lights, smiling and waving excitedly at everyone, dazzling the crowd as your sparkles swirled around your frame. Every camera was on you, just how you liked it. You earned it after all. You stopped for a moment, giving everyone a moment to take in your appearance before you slowly began moving down the carpet. You posed here and there, answering the questions that came your way. "Y/N, over here!" A reporter shouted, gaining your attention as you turned, eager for their question. "What are you most looking forward to about the party tonight?"