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ETTA ♛
"What do you think of this?" Luke murmured in Etta's ear. He was sat on one of the sofas in the dressing room, their final show before the Grammy's, showing her all the pictures of his outfit and accessories to go with it, courtesy of a last minute proposal from, much to everyone's complete and utter shock, Gucci. Everyone was hard at work, after the designer company had just offered to supply the band's entire wardrobe for the night, and the last minute change of plans led to an explosion of manic, and only slightly controlled, activity.
As for Etta? She was currently sat on Luke's lap, not really paying attention to the words he was saying, but to the feel of his chest rising and falling against her partially bare back. The girl was moments away from going on stage, but could not bring herself to leave.
But the image Luke had shown her had caught her attention immediately, and she nearly choked on air. It was a pre-taken shot of him in a forest green suit, a white cotton top was half unbuttoned beneath the blazer, but that was not what caught Etta's eye. It was the hundreds of minuscule diamonds embedded in the material, probably worth more than her entire life, that had her jaw dropping in shock. She regained herself as quickly as possible.
"There's absolutely no way they're trusting you with that."
Luke pinched her bare thigh. "I'm not keeping it, it's being loaned to us. But I'll take offence to that."
