CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN
“For the record, I’m not okay with this,” Ty complained .
“Can you shut up and try walking more like a lady before they notice anything,” I whispered sharply under my breath. Pretending to be women was the only way out and well, my agent hadn’t been too happy to be forced to do some last minute shopping and offer apologies to the designers in charge of the shoot.
Now here we are, three fully grown men draped in make-up and wigs while trying not to trip on their heels. We had easily evaded the paps on Sebastian’s floor and had just alighted from the elevator, making our way towards the exit with the hopes that no one would realize we weren’t exactly women. It would have gone fine if Sebastian hadn’t bumped into a reporter, his wig falling off and the make-up rubbing
