Chloé wears a sequined, backless dress with a halter neck, and I roll my eyes when I see that it’s baby pink. It’s her signature color. Even her new fragrance comes in a pink spritz bottle with a love heart charm to match.
When you spray it, little sparkles shimmer on your skin.
Just Be You will be flying off the shelves for sure. Every girl will want to smell like the hottest Omega in town right now.
“I just gave Dan a call. He should be here any moment.” Dan is her personal bodyguard, and we’re going to need him tonight if it’s going to be as busy as we expect.
Chloé drops to her knees beside Nugget’s basket. The bulldog waddles over and licks her face.
Marc gripes. “Lo! Your makeup!”
“Oh, it’s fine,” she coos, picking up her chunky pooch.
He purrs in her arms, closing his eyes in satisfaction, though his purr sounds more like a growl than an actual cat’s purr.
Chloé adopted him from the shelter, and it baffles me how someone could splash all their money on a pedigree only to give it up later. I try not to judge. People have many personal reasons why they can’t look after their pets, but Nugget is a part of the family now. He keeps Chloé company when Dad is away.
Her phone rings in her clutch. She places Nugget back on the ground, heading out the door.
“Well, let’s go. Dan’s just outside.”
I suck in a breath, mentally preparing myself. I can do this. I can be brave.
No one will laugh at me.
Chapter four
Renée
Theprivatecarpullsup along the curb, and the paparazzi converge on us immediately. Or Chloé more specifically.
Marc and I may as well be chopped liver.
My sister has to yank me out of the backseat of the car as we head down the red carpet, and her publicist really went all out. Lights flash, blinding my eyes, and I can’t tell tit from tat. It’s like a wall of blinking stars, and how on earth does she do this all the time?
I just want to retreat into my shell like a turtle and never leave again.
At least I have Marc for support. The Omega senses my anxiety, holding onto my arm, and I whisper him a thank you.
“No problem, Ney Ney.”
Now the two of us stand to one side while Chloé takes the limelight.
“Chloé, tells us about your new fragrance!”
“Have any packs caught your eye yet!”
“Do the pose!”
Chloé does her famous pose. She glances over her right shoulder, her expression demure, and the paparazzi eat it up. She looks even more alluring in her sequined, backless dress. Her blonde hair falls to her butt like an elegant waterfall of gold, and she’s absolutely enchanting.
My sister blows kisses, doing more poses, and there goes the little green-eyed monster inside me.
I hate the limelight, yet a part of me can’t help but be jealous of my baby sister. She is just so natural in front of the camera while I just look uncomfortable. I also happen to struggle keeping my eyes open in every shot, and I’m as stiff as a robot.
Chloé drags me and Marc closer for a picture, and I let the extroverts take over. Marc does his thing, looking absolutely fierce, while Chloé continues to look sweet. She even does a so-called ‘ugly’ face where she sticks her tongue out to the side, letting the world see how playful she is beneath all the glitz and glamor.
Please. That girl couldn’t look ugly if she actually tried.