chapter eight

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"Oh come on, a little party never killed anybody. You'll have fun, I'm sure of it." Talia says over the phone. Apparently, I have to attend Karl Lagerfeld's party too.

"I don't have anything to wear." I say while painting my toe nails.

I found a cheap motel close to where Harry's hotel is. I've been cooped up here for a couple hours. I took a shower, since I felt absolutely wrechid and now its 4:30.

"Harry's stylist can help you out, just meet them at the hotel soon, better yet, now."

I groan after hanging up and walk out the room to take a taxi to Harry's hotel. Since technically its still my room too, the receptionist greets me nonchalantly and I just go up to the room. I knock on the door and a shirtless Harry opens the door, making me immediately look to the floor.

"I'm here because-" and whispered, barely audible, "Ineedtogotothepartywithyou."

Harry just moves to the side and lets me in.
I see his stylist, Liv. When she sees me walk in, she flashes me a friendly smile. I wave and walk closer to her.

"Talia wanted me to ask if you could help me get ready for Karl Lagerfeld's party." I mention.

She nods and chuckles, "Oh I know, she called me before. I got you a dress and my makeup and hair friend should be here any minute. I guessed your size, a six for a dress and size seven in a half in shoes?" She asks while passing me a long black bag and a pair of velevet black heels.

"Wow, you guessed right. Thats so weird, but thank you so much!"

"It's no problem, now go into the bathroom and change and I'll zip you up if you need."

I thank her once again and head to the bathroom. I lock the door out of paranoia and quickly began undressing. I open the bag and see a gorgeous wine colored sequin dress. Oh my god . . . it's Elie Saab!

I put on the dress and manage to zipper it myself, thank god

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I put on the dress and manage to zipper it myself, thank god. I put on the heels and unlocked the door to walk back in the room. When I walk out, I see Harry stop in his tracks, wearing a gucci suit, looking mighty fine and I can't deny it.

 When I walk out, I see Harry stop in his tracks, wearing a gucci suit, looking mighty fine and I can't deny it

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