Brooke stood in the wings watching anxiously as each set of models sashayed their way up and down the catwalk. Her assistants Kat and Lara were outfitting the girls at the back while she stood at the wings checking each model head to toe before they stepped on to the runway.
'What if no one likes the colours? Shit maybe I shouldn't have shown that much skin on the yellow dress. Not enough skin on the lavender, who the fuck added that bow on the green-blue? Oh right, I did earlier."
"Peyton, wait" Broke said. She deftly reached under the dress and unbuckled the bra Peyton had on and pulled it off in seconds.
"There, much better. What the hell possessed you to wear something that had not been approved by me?" Brooke irritated
"Oh I don't know, maybe because this top is see through and I don't want the whole world to see my nipples" Peyton answered in an equally irritated tone
"Well get over it because they're about to"
"Brooke, no, give me back my bra" Peyton shouted.
"No can do P. Sawyer, go out there and make me proud" Brooke said cheerfully and all but shoved Peyton in to position.
'I was right. So much better without that ugly ass bra. So what if they take a few pictures of her nipples? What a drama queen!'
Brooke held her breath as she tried to glimpse the expression on the faces of the critics sitting in the first row. Unfortunately for her, the lightning such as it was, made it impossible for her to see anything but the models.
"Whose dumb idea was that? I should have had a spot light trained on their damn faces"
"Brooke, I can't find my-" one of the models Janine started to say.
"Don't fucking tell me you can't find something. What did you lose now?" Brooke barked angrily
"My shoes" the 5'11" model seemed to shrink in front of Brooke's rage.
"Jesus, and I bet you wear something like a size fucking 12 don't you?" Brooke snarled as she studied the dress Janine was wearing. It was a shimmery light blue and the shoes that were meant to go with it were a gorgeous pair of midnight blue stilettos that highlighted the darker tones in the dress.
"Go back and ask Kat to put you in a pair of shoes that are either dark blue or silver. I don't care if it's the wrong size, just make sure you don't trip" Brooke ordered before she turned her attention back to the catwalk.
"Oh, that skirt is a little too short. Who told that slut not to put on underwear? Oh well, she does have a nice ass. Thank God."
"Put on a pair of panties. Anything, a thong, a piece of lace just cover your cooch. This isn't a show for playboy" Brooke told the model tersely.
"Sorry Brooke, I was in a hurry" she said as she rushed back.
"Why is she smiling? Don't smile. Damn, that's Haley. Why did I include her? She is way too short to be a model, even for a night."
"Wow that was fun" Haley said as she got off the ramp
"Don't smile next time" Brooke snapped. "Try and look sexy dark unattainable not bubble gum sweet girl next door"
Haley was about to retort but thought better of it and just pasted a sickly sweet smile on her face. "Okay Brooke, I'll remember for next time"
"I just told you not to smile. Stop smiling. And get back there and change. Oh and tell Lara I said to put you in higher heels. You looked like a smurf out there"
"I'm going" Haley said literally running to the back.
Next was the first set of male models.
"It'll be fine honey" Lucas said trying to reassure his fiancée while he waited for his cue.
"Don't talk to me. Shut up and try and look hot. Don't fucking grin like that bitch Haley. Look sexy"
Lucas just mimed zipping his lip and put on his best 'frown face'
"You look like an idiot, stop doing that. Are you incapable of looking sexy?" Brooke asked in despair as she signalled for him to go.
"You know, if you keep snarling at the poor guy, he's not going to marry you" Nathan said smirking at his frazzled almost sister-in-law
Brooke scowled at him but didn't reply. She gave him a once over and after adjusting his collar, she pulled out the blue eye pencil from the mini make up kit she was carrying and rubbed a little on his eyes.
"There, now we can see those gorgeous blues"
"You know, when I signed up for this, you never said anything about make up" Nathan said feeling uncomfortable under the layers of crap that had been slathered on his face and body.
"Well, it takes a lot to be beautiful. Now go, strut your stuff. And don't smile like your idiot wife and my idiot fiancé"
Nathan just winked at her.
After the last set of models had finished their run, Brooke knew it was time for the finale.
She had had a hard time deciding on what her showstopper should be. She had two pieces which were her favourites and she wanted both. To add to the two women who would be wearing those pieces, Brooke wanted a man to go with them. She knew she needed something that would grab everyone's attention. Her idea of using celebrities as models had generated enough talk, but this last bit was going to have to special.
She watched carefully as the three models took their spots on the darkened runway and held her breath when the spotlights came on.
Standing in an erotic pose that seemed to have them blending together were Mel, Nathan and Peyton.
For a moment the entire audience fell silent before the clicking of the cameras started.
Brooke had been very hesitant while choosing the three models who would appear in the finale. She knew she wanted Nathan because he was everything she wanted in a man atleast physically. With his tall well built frame combined with his dark hair and devastating good looks, he was a like a grown up Ken doll and clothes looked amazing on him. But she also knew that she couldn't ask Haley to be a part of this scene because even though in real life they made the most adorable couple ever, in the fashion world they were an awful fit. She was simply too short for him. They would look awkward together and the pictures wouldn't do the clothes justices, which is what tonight was about.
So she had asked Mel instead. Mel was tall and stunningly good looking. A former brunette, she had gone platinum blonde especially for tonight although she had worn a dark wig earlier in the show. The contrast between her dark green eyes and her light hair was haunting. Initially Brooke was going to make do with thee two, but after some discussion with her team, she had decided to add a third model, simply because she couldn't choose between her two favourite pieces.
When it came to casting the third model, Brooke was stumped. She had briefly considered Tia Myers but Nathan had put an end to that thought train the moment she mentioned it out loud. So again she was stuck. Her next choice was Gwen another of her famous friends who was playing model that night. Gwen was a beautiful redhead and had graced the catwalks of the world many times before. She was also a good friend of Mel's but the moment she put on the dress Brooke knew it wasn't going to work. Something about the colours just made the whole effect terrible. She also didn't seem to fit in with Nathan and Mel. So instead of closing, Brooke had asked Gwen to open the show with Mel.
Realising that she was running out of time, Brooke had finally mentioned what was on her mind to Nathan and Haley. She wanted Peyton for the last piece. Peyton was tall enough. At 5'9" she stood only an inch shorter than Mel and that could easily be evened out with the right heels. Peyton also had the right colouring and body type for the dress and to get right to the point, she had chemistry with Nathan and Mel. Brooke had known it was a lot to ask of Haley, but she had been pleasantly surprised when the singer had agreed straight away.
Brooke brought her thoughts back to the show happening in front of her.
Peyton was wearing a Venetian red dress with wild prints that was cut open down to her navel in the front. Brooke had had to secure it to her almost completely with double ended tape. She had a pair of matching stilettos and her legs seemed impossibly long as a result. Mel was wearing a dress in Tenné also patterned in a similar wild print. Her dress was strapless and came till about mid thigh. Her heels were only slightly shorter than Peyton's making both of them effectively the same height. Both women had similar hair and make-up. Instead of accessories, Brooke had given them a hot man to pose with.
The hot man in question had on an out fit that was almost simplistic in comparison to the women's. He was in all white. A pair of fitted trousers that hugged his ass in just the right way and sat low on his pelvic bone was teamed with a white shirt that was left unbuttoned with his perfectly sculpted body in view. He was wearing white leather shoes and very basic accessories that included a beaded necklace and colourful bracelet. Brooke had taken off the watch that he was wearing at the last minute. Nathan was there more to set the women off than to actually model the clothes.
Brooke watched as Peyton sensuously peeled her body from the others and slinked her way down the catwalk. At the very end she turned slightly and then moved to a corner and froze. Moments later, Nathan followed her and after posing for the cameras, he positioned himself near Peyton and froze as well. Then it was Mel's turn. Once she was sure the cameras had gotten enough pictures she strutted to where Peyton and Nathan were. As soon as she reached them, the two seemed to come to life. They seamlessly fit together again and again. Every time they struck a pose, the entire audience seemed to hold still with them. The whole effect was beyond sexy, beyond erotic even.
"This is going better than I thought. They look good together. Okay, that's enough posing, start walking back. Come back, okay Peyton I know you're enjoying this but walk back… now" Brooke hoped her best friend heard her silent order and heaved a sigh of relief when she did in fact start walking back.
Brooke closed her eyes as she listened to the audience clap and then she heard Mel's distinct voice as she announced Brooke's name.
"This is it" Brooke thought as she joined the three on the stage.
Nathan stepped up to her and offered her his arm which she took laughing prettily. He walked with her till the end of the runway where she waved and blew kisses. By now all the other models/celebs had filled out the runway and the show was finally over.
Now the only thing she could do was wait for the reviews…
Which is the same thing I'll be doing... so review! Please!
I know I said the fashion show/wedding extravaganza was going to be a three chapter arc but I will be extending it to 4 chapters after which this story will finally be over. There are a few loose ends that must be tied so hopefully all of you will stick it out with me.
Oh and please, I want my readers to be a part of this story so feel free to send reviews of the fashion show. I'll include the three best written ones in the next chapter. You don't have to be kind, I just need to like the way you write.