We first stop at Tiffany's & Co. so Reagan can pick up some new cufflinks to wear to the gala. He's taking Brooklyn as his date, and she is ecstatic that she gets to go.

It was invite only; mainly models and actors represented by Logan's agency and anyone who works with them, such as photographers, get invites. The dinner costs five thousand dollars a plate, with all the proceeds going to homeless shelters in the Los Angeles area.

To spice things up and earn it the "Party of the Year" t.i.tle, the event organizer put in place a masquerade ball theme. She thought it would be fun, seeing as everyone in Hollywood loves a bit of compet.i.tion, to put on a contest where the person with the best costume will win courtside seats to a Los Angeles Lakers game.

We find the perfect dress for Brooklyn and adorable matching stilettos at the third shop we visit. It's hot pink, strapless c.o.c.ktail dress with rose effect fabric along the top and a layered chiffon skirt. It stops mid-thigh and fits her figure perfectly.

The heels are to die for, hot pink again, this time suede with ruffled chiffon across the strap. The whole outfit screams Brooklyn and I easily persuade her to buy it.

Reagan met an amazing designer at fashion week last year who is going to make us bespoke masks to match our dresses.

"d.a.m.n Brooklyn, you are going to have every guy at the gala salivating. I'll be the envy of the party showing up with you on my arm," Reagan gushes at her. I'm sure tossing compliments her way is tripling her ego.

He has been trying for two years to get into Brooklyn's panties, and she insists on keeping the relationship platonic. She's worried that if they sleep together it would cause tension, and put a rift in my friendship with Reagan, which would tarnish our work relationship.

"Well, when they say 'dress to impress', I take that very seriously," she giggles, twirling so the dress swirls around her thighs.

"Now, we need to find something just as mind blowing for Savannah," Reagan said, grabbing my hand and leading me down Rodeo Drive.

We visit five more boutiques before I finally spot the most gorgeous dress ever at Pomellato Boutique. It was a peac.o.c.k theme c.o.c.ktail dress, with a similar shape to Brooklyn's.

"Oh. My. G.o.d! Look at that dress," I squeal, as I run over to the display at the back of the store. It has feather like details covering the entire top of the dress, arching towards the left side and trailing down towards the skirt. The colors are breathtaking with layers of gold and teal chiffon; I didn't think it was possible to love it any more than I already did, until I tried it on.

Reagan and Brooklyn let out a loud, synchronized whistle, "Now that is a dress," Brooklyn cries, as she circles around me, admiring all its magnificent detail.

Reaching for my hands and twirling me around, Reagan gushes over me, "With your drop dead gorgeous body, and that dress, you are going to be causing cardiac arrests all over that ballroom. We better pray there is a doctor in the house next Sat.u.r.day, because, girl let me tell you, we are going to need one! My heart is dancing in my chest just from looking at you in that dress," He says, eying me up and down.

The atmosphere in the room swiftly heats up, as everyone flashes me smoldering looks and raves over my dress. I start to feel a little uncomfortable, and Reagan chastises me as I blush red.

"Okay Savannah, go get that dress off, we have to find you some shoes and accessories," Brooklyn saves me, as she fingers the bracelets and necklaces hanging on the display case.

We finally make it to the parking garage at seven thirty to retrieve Brooklyn's Jeep. I am exhausted, and I suddenly don't feel so guilty about skipping the gym the last two days. I'm guessing I've walked about ten miles and am thinking how ready I am to pour a very large gla.s.s of wine and soak in the tub. That sounds heavenly right about now.

You can purchase the entire Savannah Series in a box set on Amazon at: Savannah Series on Kindle.

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