Chapter Fourteen.

"Patricia likes the designs!"

Joan pierced her ear lobes with a pair dangling pearl earrings. She had just gotten off the call with Trish, after resubmitting some of her more authentic designs. She squealed, unable to control her excitement while Isa was more panicky as she paced the room.

Ravaging the top of her drawers for her makeup, an arch invaded her brows. "Em, stay away from that cake" She yelled at intervals to make sure they didn't go near the velvet one that hadn't been delivered yet. "Thought you said someone would pick it up?" Joan asked as she slipped into her dress with her face already made. "Well he bailed. Luckily they have the most important one"

"This one is just for Leonardo" She added.

"So you're making private cakes for the billionaire now?" There was sarcasm buried somewhere in her tone and Isabella darted her a warning glare. "It was requested" She said, out of breath before gesturing to Joan to help with the silver zipper of her ball gown—she went for a bei