Lights, Camera, Fashion! (Sew Zoey) by Taylor Chloe

Author:Taylor, Chloe [Taylor, Chloe]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Simon Spotlight
Published: 2013-08-27T00:00:00+00:00

When the train pulled into Penn Station, Zoey followed Lulu along the platform into a huge cavernous space. It was overwhelming; so many people moving in different directions, all of them looking as if they knew where they were going, which Zoey certainly didn’t.

“Come on, Zo, this way. Our driver’s meeting us in front of 2 Penn Plaza.”

They walked out of the station’s entrance and onto the noisy street, where a few black sedans waited by the curb. One had a white sign with MISS Z. WEBBER in the window. When they walked up to it, a man in a dark suit and chauffeur’s cap got out.

“Miss Zoey Webber?” the man asked Lulu.

She laughed. “No, that’s my niece. I’m her aunt, Lulu Price, along for the ride.”

“I see. Good afternoon, Miss Webber.” The man smiled at Zoey. “My name is Winston, and I’ll be your driver while you’re in New York. Can I take your bag for you?”

Her driver? Zoey couldn’t wait to get into the car so she could text Priti, Libby, and Kate.

Winston opened the door to the backseat to let them in before walking around to the driver’s seat.

“Straight to the hotel, ladies?”

Zoey wanted to see the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State Building, and Times Square.

But Lulu said, “Yes, please.”

She turned to Zoey. “We can check into the hotel, get settled, and then go do some window-shopping and find somewhere nice for dinner. How does that sound?”

“Fun—especially the window-shopping,” Zoey said.

Lulu grinned. “It’s pretty exciting, isn’t it?”

Zoey nodded.

“So you ladies here for Fashion Showdown?” Winston asked. “If you don’t mind me saying, you look kind of young to be a contestant, Miss Webber.”

“She’s not a contestant,” Lulu said proudly. “My niece is a guest judge.”

Zoey could see the surprise on Winston’s face in the rearview mirror.

“You’re a judge? Young girl like you? Wow!” Winston said. “I’ve driven a lot of judges, but you’re definitely the youngest.”

“Really? Who have you driven?” Zoey asked.

“Let’s see now . . . Daphne Shaw, for one.”

Zoey almost bounced off her seat with excitement. “Daphne Shaw! What is she like? Is she as beautiful in real life?”

“Yes, she is, Miss Zoey. Tall, too.”

“I have to text my friends to tell them that I’m in the same car Daphne Shaw was in!” Zoey said, whipping out her cell phone.

Eventually, Winston pulled up in front of the hotel, a small modern boutique establishment in the heart of Chelsea.

“Here we go, ladies,” he said. He got out and held the back door open for them before getting their bags out of the trunk. “I’ll be picking you up tomorrow, bright and early at six thirty, to take you to the studio.”

Zoey groaned a little at how early she’d have to be up, but she remembered to thank Winston for driving them. She and Lulu walked into the hotel lobby, which had white marble floors and ultramodern furniture. It was like something out of one of Lulu’s interior design magazines. She snapped a picture and then texted it to her friends.

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