The Fashion of Love | Adult F/M Romance [COMPLETE]

ch. 48 - September

SEPTEMBER

Sora wore Dior to the CQ launch and it was a fashion headline for three days before Ravi grudgingly and with eyes rolled released a statement reminding the press that Sora wasn't his personal dress form and she wore whatever she wanted. The media had tired of the love story, they had turned to seeking out the cracks in their united front. Nevermind that Ravi was in attendance for the unveiling of the magazine's first cover or that he had been photographed nuzzling the side of her neck in a candid moment behind the scenes. He supported her one hundred percent; that just wasn't the story that sold.

Sora had the chance to get very familiar with the video footage:

A tall, wiry reporter in loaned designer duds exposited about the day, closing their summary of Sora's remarks with overly serious note that Sora wasn't playing for home team and asking Ravi's input.

Decked in Hugo Boss himself, Ravi's response was less than impressed.

"We're at a launch for Himura Media Group' newest project and you want to talk about what designer the CEO is wearing? You don't think you're focused on the wrong thing?"

"It's all part of the story."

"Not today it isn't. I'm here to support Sora. I'd support her if she wore a potato sack." Ravi gazed off-camera to where Sora was presiding over a gaggle of print media reporters from a podium. "It's Dior; she could do worse for a potato sack."

Sora facepalmed and shut off the blaring television screen. She'd seen enough.

"You insulted Dior. The entire design house is breathing fire. How did you manage that in less than twenty words?"

"I didn't call down the house; Van Asscher does good work for Dior Homme. I insulted Raf Simons by saying what every fashion forward designer has been saying since he took over. A creative director should be creative; if he can't be, he should give the job to someone capable of real innovation."

"I don't know how I didn't see it, you're gunning for his job."

Ravi grunted in distaste. "I'm not gunning for anything. I called it like I saw it. You made that dress what it was, not every woman could do that."

Sora scrutinized her man carefully, noting how he looked especially smug in the moment. "You're changing the story."

"It could do with changing. What's more innocuous than a byline about a respected CEO who can make bad clothes look good?"

"Dior's decent."

"Not getting into that with you."

"In your professional opinion, how did I look?" Sora lifted her feet onto the couch to sit them in his lap. He took his cue ably and began giving her the most delightful foot rub. Practically perfect. She was still waiting for the other shoe to drop most days.