The CEO

Met Gala

Reagan Pov

I brushed over my eye applying more shadow for my look tonight. Tonight is the Met ball, & due to time being new to modeling the manager Michael got me & invitation, as is I already wasn't going because I was Michaels plus one, but it means something now that I'm getting things on my own and not through Michael. Being independent has always been important to me.

"You almost ready Ms.Price are you almost ready?" The stylist asked me, she was a nice woman, she had the whole team buss their butts for me tonight. The makeup was kinda upset because I wanted to do my own makeup, but a lot of people in Hollywood do not know how to work with darkskin, so I felt better to do it myself.

"Yes ma'am." I said with a smile.

"Michael is waiting for you in the lobby." The stylist assistant said.

"Okay well let's get this dress on." I said laughing. The woman placed a shower cap around my face to avoid makeup getting onto my dress. I slipped the bottom piece on then I put the top piece on with help to not mess up my hair or makeup.

"It looks so good on you." The designer said in awe.

"Thank you for allowing me to showcase your piece at the Met." I said hugging her and then looking into the mirror.

I smiled one last time at myself the grabbed my phone and walked out of my dressing area in the hotel. I walked to the elevator nervously. This is my first Met as a model, as anyone important really, and here I was going to be standing next to my old boss turned lover, I just don't know how well this will go. I was soon down in the lobby & the elevator door ding notifying me I reached the floor I pressed. The doors opened and I walked out, no one was down there but A few front desk people. I walked further down and saw Michael standing there looking out of the window.

"Are you okay?" I asked putting my hand on his shoulder making him turn around, and man did this man look sexy.