I Can Love You by Mackenzie Joy

Author:Mackenzie Joy [Joy, Mackenzie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-09T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

“I heard Miss Thang over there spent the day traipsing around L.A. like a damn tourist.”

Tara caught Justin and her stylist Chantal carrying on across the room and wished she hadn’t. Tara’s head pounded from the tension mounting inside her. With an eye compress draped across her face, Tara tried her hardest to let her short rest be worthwhile. She needed her headache gone if she planned to tackle her jam-packed schedule. Media interviews and prearranged interactions with fans who had purchased tickets to the awards show meant Tara had no time for a headache right now.

Tara lifted the compress to glance around the room and muttered to no one in particular. “To think I got through everything on Sydney’s to-do list so I could get some quiet time alone, and this is what I end up with.”

She let out a heavy sigh and replaced the compress, regretting the alone time she hoped to have with Aaron would have to wait.

Her ‘glam squad’ and team had filled her villa at The Bellagio to overflowing. Her publicists, stylists, label execs, and anyone else needed to help her prepare for the big evening were there, and they all were equally contributing to her persistent headache.

“Oh, good, you’re up.” Justin lifted the compress from her face and nudged someone toward Tara, who had eyebrow tools in tow. “You should’ve been there last night, sis. Mia showed up, and I’m telling you your sister stopped the club. Shut shit down on the spot. The girl was fierce. I wish you could have been there to see it.”

“Thank goodness I wasn’t,” Tara mumbled. She was exactly where she wanted to be last night. Tara still felt the hardness of Quinton’s body pressed against hers when she woke up during the night after making their way inside the house to her bedroom.

“I thought your other sister was presenting the award, too.”

“Jordan probably didn’t feel like hanging out. She’s not the partying type.” She hadn’t heard from either sister in quite some time since she came home from the hospital.

Tara turned her head to see what Aaron was up to outside her bedroom door, but the person doing her eyebrows snapped her head back face front. Tara gave up. “Where’s Sydney with my damn aspirin?”

Soon after, they shuffled her to the walk-in closet with her stylist.

“Here. Let’s make sure this still works,” Chantal said, handing Tara a bundle of fabric. Chantal was new to the team. She coaxed Tara into trying on a daring piece she handpicked for the singer. Tara slipped into the shiny, metallic material. “How does that feel?”

“Like I still don’t have on any clothes. Where did this come from?” Tara objected peevishly. She knew the audience for the show was a younger crowd, and most in attendance would dress daringly, but this ensemble was too much for her taste.

“Dah-ling, you wanted cutting edge, and I’m giving you exactly what you asked for,” Chantal said, trying to convince the singer that the garment was what she’d requested.

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