Chapter 52
Ray looked a bit excited at the golden invitation card in his hands. After practically stalking Amelia for weeks, he, for one, knew that she was living in a small, rickety house with Kai... He was so going to get her out. He also knew that she was working at Liavenne and was co-designers with Damien. Fashion Week had begun, and Liavenne was going to open the week, specifically, Damien and Amelia’s designs, so it was only right that he attended and supported her in the little way he could. Because of that, he had pulled strings to receive the invitation card.
"This way, Mr. Cosgrove," an usher directed Ray to his seat.
He was placed to sit beside a lady with a brown bob haircut and hazel eyes. Her legs were crossed, and an irritated look was on her face. He clearly heard her mutter bitterly,
"That bitch didn’t even bother to invite me. I pray her designs suck."
Ray couldn’t help but turn to her, wondering who had managed to garner her anger. He immediately recognized her, Sera Langford, the princess of the Langford family. According to his research, she and Amelia were enemies. So immediately, he became hostile toward her.
Sera must have felt his gaze because she turned, pushing down her golden-rimmed shades slightly to glance at him with irritation.
"What the hell are you looking at, brat?" she snapped.
He had already disliked her because of Amelia, but now?
Now, it was personal.
"You—" he started, but before he could even get a full sentence out, a confident voice rang through the venue.
"Ladies and gentlemen, distinguished guests, fashion lovers, and visionaries, welcome to this year’s highly anticipated showcase, where creativity meets the brilliance of the sun, welcome to Season of the Sun.