Entwine (Billionaire Series) by Evelyn Harper Read Free Book Online

impossible. Then, her eyes took on a glazed
quality and she stared off into space, a smile twitching on her lips.
     
    “Sharon?”
I asked anxiously.
     
    “I have
the perfect dress,” she said. “Wait a second.”
     
    She
dived head first into her closet until nothing was visible apart from one red
pump, and came out a minute later, panting, with one of the most beautiful
dresses I’d ever laid eyes on. It was a creamy, off-white color, cut square at
the front with a deep V at the back. Although it reached the floor, it had a
slit up to one knee. It was made of a sleek, supple material which seemed to
reflect the light like an opal. It wasn’t strapless, as I had imagined, but instead
had very short, slightly puffed sleeves. It was elegant, almost classical, and
absolutely stunning.
     
    “I
bought this from a vintage store ages ago,” Sharon explained, “but it’s not
really my style, so I’ve never worn it. With your dark hair and creamy skin,
though, it’ll be perfect.”
     
    “Thank
you! Thank you!” I quickly held the dress up to my body in my excitement, and I
felt like one of the wood fairies Mathis and I had invented. It looked almost
ethereal. I had never thought of myself as beautiful before, but I had to admit
that the dress brought out my best features.
     
    I
turned to Sharon, and the look on her face said it all.
     
    Once
Sharon had fixed my hair in a loose, glossy knot and applied my makeup with an
expert touch, I said goodbye and took a taxi to my office, where I would be
meeting my coworkers.
     
    ***
     
    The
women gushed over my dress, while I returned the favor, complimenting Helen’s
eventual choice of a foamy turquoise gown and Barbara’s attention-grabbing
scarlet number. Michael and his partner, Luke, both looked very dapper in their
bow ties and tuxedos, and Colin had managed to tuck his shirt in for once and
looked remarkably handsome. As we approached the gala, everyone wore
expressions of complete awe as we caught sight of the gorgeous surroundings.
     
    “Look
at the lights,” squealed Helen. “It’s amazing!”
     
    “Look
at the fountains,” marveled Michael’s partner Luke. “I wonder if they’d throw
us out if we tried to swim in them.” He laughed and smiled at Michael.
     
    “Almost
certainly,” Gina said with a slight frown at Michael, who looked nervously at
his partner, as if wishing he hadn’t made it so obvious that they were together
with their matching bow ties.
     
    “Oh
look,” Barbara gasped, “Isn’t that George Clooney over there?”
     
    “Don’t
be silly,” her husband chided her, lifting his head to get a better look, and
then his eyes widened. “Holy crap! It is! Let’s try to get a picture later!”
     
    As we
entered the fancy lobby of the hotel – snagging champagne flutes from a passing
waiter – Helen, her husband Lee, and I branched off from the group to get a
vantage point from the balcony, surveying the crowded room.
     
    “There’s
Mr. Sherman,” Helen pointed out, looking at our client, who was talking to a
tall, dark-haired woman in a lime green dress. She was at most half his age,
and was hanging on his every word, laughing and tossing her hair at regular 30
second intervals.
     
    “Is
that his wife?” I asked doubtfully.
     
    “Not
unless she suddenly made some drastic surgical adjustments,” Helen scoffed. “I
hear he has at least three mistresses – maybe that’s one of them.”
     
    “Could
be,” I said.
     
    “What
about that one?” Lee seemed to be having just as much fun as his wife. “That
dress looks like our daughter’s last birthday cake.”
     
    “Ooh,
it does,” Helen giggled. “I wonder how much it cost?”
     
    “She’s
the actress from that romantic comedy in the theatres at the moment,” I pointed
out, “so it probably cost a lot.”
     
    “Oh,
wow, she is!” Helen leaned forward for a closer look.
     
    After
about twenty minutes and two glasses of champagne, I was beginning to