Luxe Glamour (The Glamour Series Book 5) by Maggie Marr Read Free Book Online

and hair and then exited the backstage area. This little concert, celebrating the thirtieth anniversary of Left Coast records, had all the heavy hitters in Hollywood in attendance. I could definitely handle Rhett’s pissy attitude just to be here. Besides, he didn’t really think I was a pain in the ass. How could he? He loved me. Everyone loved me. How could they not?
    I made my way from the backstage area to the table reserved for our family. As I approached the table I noticed that Ellen was missing. Where was she? She was always running late and she was probably rushing from the library right now. 
    “Excuse me,” I said to the guy sitting in my seat. I plastered my trademark irresistible smile on my face. “I believe this is my seat.”
    This guy was all expensive tailoring and Italian shoes, but he seemed a little old school. I would bet he came from old money and had attended private school. He’d probably been fed his baby porridge with a silver spoon. He was too uptight for my tastes.
    “Your seat? Are you kidding? I paid a ton of money for this seat. You’re out of your mind.”
    Anger built in my chest. This guy obviously had no idea who I was. How could he not know who I was? The entire world was finally discovering my talent and me. He must have been living under a rock for the last six months.
    “I hate to sound cliché,” I said. “But do you have any idea who I am?”
    “Really? We’re in Hollywood? Who isn’t somebody here?”
    Good point.
    Everyone was someone in Hollywood. Except for this guy. Who the hell did he think he was sitting in my seat and refusing to get his ass up? He was hot, yes. Arrogant, most definitely. My type? Not even a little bit.
    “No, sir, really, this is my seat. I am Sophia Legend. Daughter of Steve Legend, sister to Amanda, Sterling, and Rhett Legend.” I flipped my hair over my shoulder. “Of course there’s our sister Ellen, too, but she’s just a doctor. No big whoop there. Now, please move. As you can see, this table is reserved for the Legend family.” I pointed to the tiny little reserved markers on the table that also had our family name.
    “You’re Sophia? Steve’s daughter?” He flashed me a killer smile. Those teeth were all natural—something you didn’t often see in this town. 
    I nodded and smiled. Maybe this good-looking guy, who looked as if he should be yachting with the Kennedys, didn’t live under a rock after all.
    “Never heard of you.” He turned his attention back toward the stage. This was entirely unacceptable. I wanted to stomp my foot and make a scene but instead I marched over to the event coordinator, Marnie, who was standing at the far end of the room.
    “A very, very rude man has taken my seat and he has refused to move.”
    She followed me toward our table at the front of the room. We passed by a bunch of sound guys who were still working on the setup.
    “There,” I said and nodded my head toward the blonde-haired, blue-eyed guy who looked like a model for Abercrombie and Fitch.
    “That guy? That guy is Mr. Warren.”
    “Mr. Rude is what you should call him. Yes, Mr. Warren, whoever he is. He’s sitting in my spot.”
    She turned to me and her jaw fell open as though perhaps I had been dropped on my head. “I’m sorry, I can’t ask Mr. Warren to move.”
    “What? Why not? This is the Legend table and I am a Legend.”
    “I understand that, Miss Legend, honestly I do. But are you aware of who Mr. Warren is?”
    “A big jerk is who he is.”
    “I don’t think so,” Marnie said. “In fact, due to all his philanthropy he is definitely no jerk.”
    “Philanthropy?”
    “Mr. Warren has donated half of his net worth to charity.”
    “Right, okay, that’s absolutely grand. What are we talking? Like a million, maybe five?”
    “Three hundred.”
    “Million?” I cocked an eyebrow. “And that’s half ?”
    Marnie nodded.
    I pressed my index finger to my lips and decided to change tack. “No worries, then,