Chapter 42

Jumping into the backseat of Jack’s car, he drives as fast as he can, back to the show.

We arrive just after it has started. Racing inside, Cleo sees me and runs up to me, hysterical.

‘Zurielle, we need your help backstage. Something has happened.’

The distress in her voice says it’s not good. I nod and follow her backstage to the dressing rooms.

‘Some of the dresses have been cut, and ripped in different areas!’ She explains, pointing to the rips in the dresses, on the models.

‘Does Ace know?’ I ask, worried.

‘No, he is seated, at the front of the audience where he is meant to be. We can’t go out on live television and tell him! What do we do?’ She cries.

Jack and Hailey are also concerned. I look around the room at all the jewelry and accessories.

‘We are going to improvise!’ I smile, reassuringly.

I tell them all to calm down and listen.

‘If you have anything wrong with your dress, line up here immediately!’ I yell.

‘Hailey! Jack! Grab all those boxes of jewels and those big flower