“It’s not your fault. Totally mine. But typical for the age. And that’s in the past, anyway. The thing is, I understand what you’re saying. About then, and about now. There are some things I can control, and other things I can’t. I can’t control what the media says and thinks. I can only control what I do. How I create my line. That’s my performance. And I’m working my ass off to design it the best way I know how.”
He rubbed her back. “That’s all you can do, Lina. You can’t be anything other than what and who you are. You can’t apologize for being a Preston, for having money, or for your dad being the VP. All you can do is say, ‘Hey, I’m Carolina Preston, I’m a fucking brilliant designer, and here’s my stuff. Like it or kiss my ass.’”
She burst out laughing. “Well, I don’t know that I want to go that far in my advertising, but I like the sound of it.”
“Okay, so you can modify it some, but babe, there’s a lot of shit you can’t control. The media is one of them. Just do what you do best, which is make clothes. And try to tune out the rest of it.”
She looked at him, struck by how gorgeous he was. Beyond that, she was amazed at how perceptive and deep he was. And she’d always relegated him to the dumb jock category.
How very wrong she’d been. “You’re very smart. And you possess a lot of common sense.”
He leveled a wry smile at her. “I like to think of it as self-preservation.”
She laughed, then stood. “I guess we should stop hiding out in here before someone comes looking for us.”
“Too bad. I was just thinking we could make out on the sofa.”
“Terrible idea, especially if the person who comes looking for us is my mother.”
“Or your brother.”
“Yes.”
They made their way back to the party, where, thankfully, the media had gotten their photos and sound bites and had taken their leave. Which meant everyone was free to enjoy the rest of the evening. Drew led Carolina over to the buffet, where they enjoyed crab-and lobster-stuffed pastries, along with so many other delicacies that Carolina was so full she could barely suck in her stomach by the time Drew had filled two plates for her.
“This dress is going to burst,” she said.
“Bull. You’ve hardly nibbled.”
“You’re comparing me to yourself, and you burn off a lot more calories than I do.”
“Just do some of that yoga stuff that you women like to do and have another plate.”
She laughed. “Yoga stuff? Maybe I should go ice skating. Then I’ll end up with a sculpted body like yours.”
He leaned in closer. “If your body looked like my body, I wouldn’t want to have sex with you.”
She heated from the inside out. “You need to kill the sex talk in this crowded room. And stop standing so close to me.”
She took a step to the side and Drew grinned at her. She shook her head and went off to find Evelyn, who was at the other end of the buffet line.
“I can’t stop eating,” Evelyn said.
Evelyn looked gorgeous in a red dress that flared out at the waist into a wide skirt. She had pulled her hair up into a fashionably messy knot, and had diamond drop earrings on.
“Love this dress,” Carolina said.
“Thanks. I can’t wait to wear the Carolina Preston line. I’m excited to see what you’re going to put out there.”
“I’m equal parts excited and dreading the show.”
“Worried about the critics?”
“Of course.”
Evelyn put her arm around her. “Nothing you can do about them. They’re going to think whatever they think. I already know you have amazing talent. And I have a feeling that the critics are going to love you.”
“I hope so.”
“Gray and I will be up after Christmas so you can test-dummy him for whatever clothes you want him to wear.”
“Great. I’m sure he’s just so thrilled.”
Evelyn giggled. “Beyond belief. But he’s your brother and he loves you and he’s happy to help out. Have you fitted Drew?”
“For some of the clothes, yes. Not for the underwear, which of course won’t go down the runway, but I have an advertising campaign I want to run, and I can already imagine how I want to structure it.”
“You do? Care to share?”
Her mind was whirling, because the idea had just hit her. “Actually, not just yet. I have to finish formulating it in my head.”
“Your eyes are sparkling.” Evelyn inched closer. “Is it dirty?”
Carolina laughed. “Not exactly. But it’s definitely sexy.”
“Will Drew go for it?”
“I have no idea. I certainly hope so.” Now that the idea was in her head, she wanted to do the shoot right away. She wondered how soon after the holidays she could arrange it. She’d have to discuss it with Drew. And with his team. And Madison Square Garden. If it worked out like she was hoping, it could be profoundly sexy. And an incredible draw for her line.
Gray came over and slipped an arm around her shoulder. “You look like you’re lost in thought.”
“Oh, yeah. Thinking about work, actually.”
He gave her a playful squeeze. “It’s Christmas. Stop thinking about work for five freaking minutes, would you?”
“Do you stop thinking about work from February through November?”
He lifted his gaze to the ceiling. “Uh, not really.”
“Then shut up.”
“Shutting up. And filling my plate with more food.”