Caris was backstage at the fashion show on Saturday evening and was watching as Maris was being fitted into a design of Alessandro’s and it was obvious the young woman was a bundle of nerves.
“The dress is very revealing,” Aileen said serious, “she’s only eighteen.”
“She’ll be nineteen in ten days. I wore worse less than what she has on now on my eighteenth birthday.” Caris grinned and catcalled her sister who blushed as Alessandro and a man named Samuel who had shown up earlier and fussed and fawned over her.
“Oh God what is she doing here?” Aileen’s moan was painful, and Caris turned to see her grandmother coming in her direction.
“Amber, what are you doing backstage?” Caris forced the smile.
“I came to say break a leg,” she leaned forward and kissed both of her granddaughter’s chee
