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."
