Darren nodded, finally breaking into a smile after the long day of stone faces. "Well, I'm truly flattered, Ms Monroe. It's not every day a Hollywood icon graces my business. I'm really intrigued by what your interests are."
Cheyenne wanted to smile. Even Darren was already being flirty! She could hear it.
The flirtatious undertone in his voice. Maybe it was unintentional, but it was enough to make Cheyenne shift in her seat.
There was the soft noise of her purple gown rustling as she crossed her legs, her eyes narrowing slightly at the easy banter.
Ava's own gown pooled elegantly around her, her posture straight but still relaxed, as the aura of confidence oozed out of her.
She had faced down directors and paparazzi alike. This was nothing to her.
She opened her portfolio with a graceful flick, but before diving in, she leaned forward, her blue eyes locking onto Darren's with earnest intensity.
