Coco arrived at Julian's apartment thirty minutes later, looking like a swat team leader, if swat teams wore Balenciaga and carried garment bags instead of rifles.
He burst through the door, two assistants trailing behind him with rolling racks that jingled ominously.
"I got the call," Coco announced, dropping a massive makeup case onto Julian's pristine coffee table. "Emergency styling. Four men. The brief was 'Expensive Meat Market'. I brought everything."
He looked at the four men standing in the living room.
Damien (terrifying). Julian (traumatized). Kai (eating yogurt). Ken (regretting his life choices).
"They lost a bet," Aria explained smoothly, sipping a fresh glass of champagne she had found in Julian's kitchen. "A very, very big bet. And now they have to pay up."
"I love rich people games," Coco squealed. "Okay, boys! Line up! Shirts off! Let's see the merchandise!"
Kai stripped his shirt off immediately. "I want glitter, Coco. Make me shine."
