The Billionaire's Twins Play Matchmaker novel Chapter 27

Katherine was still riding high as she snagged another flute of champagne. Now she just had to wait for the fireworks to start. Soon that woman would burst out and make a big scene before running away. Then Katherine could swoop in to comfort a devastated Julius. Finally everything would be back on track. With all the press gathered tonight it was guaranteed they would end up on the front page of the gossip columns just in time for their wedding announcement.

As she wandered through the crowd waiting for the show to start a small group caught her eye. A trio of visitors, two men and a woman, stood in front of a photograph of an ant cleaning its antennae discussing the new series quite seriously considering the subject matter.

“Don’t you think this a huge departure for M. Gray?” the tall, African-American man in a finely tailored suit asked.

“Well, Gray has always been inspired by nature,” another man with an accent Katherine couldn’t place said.

The second man was average height, blonde, with a wiry frame. Like his companion he also wore a black suit contrasting the woman in a silver gown nicely. It wasn’t immediately clear how well the trio knew each other but they maintained their little conclave, sipping champagne and enjoying the atmosphere.

“I know, but this series. I mean, full color and insects? Most people find them creepy and wouldn’t want to be this close,” the black man argued.

“True, but that may be the point,” the other man said. “This series is entitled A New Perspective so it’s probably meant to challenge our preconceptions.”

The woman with them chuckled as the pair argued back and forth. Her long, raven-black hair was straight and unadorned flipped over one shoulder. She wore a regal, silver gown with a plunging V-neckline with only thin straps over her shoulders. It was backless though she had a gauzy shawl that looped through her elbows.

Rolling her eyes she suddenly declared in a bold voice punctuated with a French accent, “If you want to know the reason all we have to do is ask.”

Katherine suddenly realized why the woman looked so familiar. She rushed forward clutching her arm and saying, “Oh my god! You’re Victoria Laurent! I saw your latest collection and absolutely fell in love with one of your dresses! I would love for you to design my wedding dress!”

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Victoria stared at the strange woman who suddenly accosted her. She had been surprised when the invitation for M. Gray’s latest show arrived coupled with the grand opening of a new gallery devoted to Gray’s art. It was an unexpected move but Victoria never missed a new exhibit and rearranged her schedule to make it possible to attend.

The last thing she expected was to be recognized as she never attended an event in America before. Frankly she found Americans overbearing and self-absorbed and the blonde in front of her was the perfect example. Tonight was meant to be a black tie affair and the blonde was practically wearing lingerie. Not only that but she had barged into a private conversation she and Paul were having with a new acquaintance they had met on arrival. Now she was practically demanding Victoria make her a one of a kind wedding gown. Was she serious?

Paul raised an eyebrow at the shameless tramp gripping Victoria’s hand like a long lost friend. He had known Victoria since college and he never saw the blonde before so it was safe to say Victoria didn’t know this woman either.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Victoria finally asked.

“I’m Katherine Trent. My wedding is in six months and if I had a one of a kind dress by you I know I’d make the front page!”

“Right. Well, I don’t take special orders. I’m afraid I’m much too busy.”

Katherine’s enthusiastic expression faded, “Oh, but you have to! I came here to ask M. Gray to be my photographer. It’s the perfect opportunity for both of you.”

“For both of us to…what?” Victoria asked somewhat amused by her assumptions.

“To get your names out there. I am a trend setter after all.”

“If you already know their names I think it’s safe to say they are both already out there,” Paul snorted. “Franklin, is this how American woman usually are?”

Their tall acquaintance shrugged. Unfortunately there was plenty of her type in the world especially in New York high society which tended to be entitled and over-privileged.

“I wasn’t talking to you,” Katherine glared at the men. “This is a private conversation.”

“Well, you’re starting to attract a crowd,” Paul noted. “And I think Victoria already answered your question.”

“Tante Vicki!” excited shrieks interrupted as Aria and Caden ran up to them.

“Mes chéris!” Victoria exclaimed as the twins clamored around her.

They jumped up and down unable to control their excitement seeing their mother’s best friend, their godmother and adopted aunt. Aside from their family they hadn’t seen any familiar faces until now.

“Look at you!” Victoria declared. “Caden, you are such a handsome young man in that suit!”

Caden blushed at the compliment but grinned clearly pleased.

“And Aria, you are so lovely! Where’s your mother? I’ve been looking for her.”

“She’s over there,” Aria pointed to where Macey stood alongside their father talking to their aunt and uncle and other family members. “You want to say hi?”

“Yes, of course! Allons-y.”

The twins giggled seizing her hand not occupied with a champagne flute and hurried her over to the small group of their family members. The others had no choice but to follow. They were still several steps away when Aria eagerly announced, “Mommy! Look who we found!”

Macey turned and immediately smiled, “Vicki!”

“Macey!” Vicki echoed coming up to her and kissing both cheeks in greeting. Macey mimicked the familiar gesture.

“I didn’t think you’d make it.”

“Ma belle, when have I ever missed any of your shows?”

Macey chuckled. From the very beginning Vicki was her loudest cheerleader and never missed a show featuring her work. Likewise Macey attended fashion shows whenever Vicki launched a new line. Still coming all the way to America was no simple feat.

“I wasn’t going to miss this for the world,” Vicki said, “and there is something I have to ask you.”

“Okay.”

“VogueFrance wants to do an exclusive on my new line.”

“Vicki, that’s fantastic!”

“I know…but I just don’t trust their photographer. You know how they are in their little studios: lights, point, click, done. Weddings are all about mood, the ambience. I need a photographer who knows how to capture that. I know the great M. Gray doesn’t do commissions but…I’ll beg if you want me to!”

“Vicki! That will not be necessary,” Macey laughed. “We have seen each other naked, you were there holding my hand when I had the twins. Do you really think you can ask me anything I will say no to? Yes, I don’t do commissions, but a favor for a friend is completely different. Of course I’ll be your photographer just tell me when and where. I’ll tell Dillon to keep my schedule open.”

“Merci! Merci beaucoup!” Victoria breathed a sigh of relief. “Vous êtes mon sauveur!”

Macey couldn’t hold back her laughter at her friend’s dramatic reaction, “Really, why are French so dramatic!”