themselves, not really sure how to work their way into conversation with the other guests. Until Dom emerged glowing and radiant in white, ready to mingle and introduce them to everyone.
“Lexi! Sloan! I’m so glad you both could make it. You two look good enough to eat!” Dom nearly screeched when she saw them, as she pulled her new husband in their direction.
“Hey, Dom! Thanks and congratulations! You look lovely. You make such a beautiful bride.” Lexi smiled brightly at her.
“Thanks, Lexi! So you remember Tony, of course?” Dom asked, hugging the tall man’s arm.
“Of course. Hi, Tony. You look amazing too. And this is my b-boyfriend, Sloan. Sloan, this is Tony.” Lexi introduced, still hesitant to put a label on their relationship.
“Hey, Sloan. Nice to meet you.” Tony reached out a hand to Sloan.
“Same here, Tony,” Sloan said accepting the offered hand, and they shook courteously. “Thanks for inviting us. And congratulations, you both make a beautiful couple.” Sloan said politely.
“Thank you, Sloan. Oh my gosh! Honey, wait until you see what Sloan is doing to that old cottage! It’s amazing. In fact, there are some people that I want to introduce you to before the reception starts.” Dom burst out and started pulling Sloan towards a group of people.
Sloan held onto Lexi’s arm for dear life, pulling her along with them. Tony chuckled as he looked on, knowing his tenacious bride all too well. And Lexi could tell that the blushing bride was in full Demanding Dom mode. There was no stopping her now. Once an idea popped into the realtor’s head, she latched onto it like a dog with a bone.
But Lexi had to admit that Dom was good at what she does. By the time the reception officially started, Sloan had the names and numbers of several interested parties programmed into his new phone, as well as three definite commissions set up for after he was done with her house. And Lexi, herself had gained interest for her artwork, from almost all of the guests they had been introduced to. All of them wanting to know when and where the art show would be held. Which, of course, Dom handled smoothly. Giving them the status of the upcoming event, and promising to update them and send out invitations with the finalized date, time and venue when she knew for sure.
In the end, she had Sloan looking like a master craftsmen, like Bob Villa and Lexi, the next Pablo Picasso. She knew exactly how to play to wealthy society’s weaknesses. Each one of them wanting to be the first to get their home remodeled by Stryker Construction & Renovations or to get their hands on an Alexis Bolden original.
When the reception officially started, their table ended up begin the most popular table there. In between the big moments, like the first dance and cutting the cake, guests were coming and going from their table trying to get information about their work. Those whom they had spoken to before the reception, started spreading the word to others, and Lexi and Sloan became the unsuspecting power couple of the evening.
Sloan was contracted to do more jobs. And some just wanted tips on how to make small changes to a room in their home. Lexi was asked over and over again if she was willing to do paintings outside of the ones she was doing for the art show. And when she told them yes, she was inundated with business cards and phone numbers programmed into her phone, with requests for personal paintings.
When there was finally a lull in the commotion around them, all the guests finally more interested in the open bar than the new popular couple, Sloan and Lexi looked at each other for a moment. They both exhaled deeply and slumped in their chairs in mental exhaustion. Huge matching smiles plastered on their faces.
“We did it.” Lexi sighed.
“I think we have enough work to keep us busy for the next five years.” Sloan shook his head in wonder. “I forgot the power of competition between the rich. But I guess it works
“Lexi! Sloan! I’m so glad you both could make it. You two look good enough to eat!” Dom nearly screeched when she saw them, as she pulled her new husband in their direction.
“Hey, Dom! Thanks and congratulations! You look lovely. You make such a beautiful bride.” Lexi smiled brightly at her.
“Thanks, Lexi! So you remember Tony, of course?” Dom asked, hugging the tall man’s arm.
“Of course. Hi, Tony. You look amazing too. And this is my b-boyfriend, Sloan. Sloan, this is Tony.” Lexi introduced, still hesitant to put a label on their relationship.
“Hey, Sloan. Nice to meet you.” Tony reached out a hand to Sloan.
“Same here, Tony,” Sloan said accepting the offered hand, and they shook courteously. “Thanks for inviting us. And congratulations, you both make a beautiful couple.” Sloan said politely.
“Thank you, Sloan. Oh my gosh! Honey, wait until you see what Sloan is doing to that old cottage! It’s amazing. In fact, there are some people that I want to introduce you to before the reception starts.” Dom burst out and started pulling Sloan towards a group of people.
Sloan held onto Lexi’s arm for dear life, pulling her along with them. Tony chuckled as he looked on, knowing his tenacious bride all too well. And Lexi could tell that the blushing bride was in full Demanding Dom mode. There was no stopping her now. Once an idea popped into the realtor’s head, she latched onto it like a dog with a bone.
But Lexi had to admit that Dom was good at what she does. By the time the reception officially started, Sloan had the names and numbers of several interested parties programmed into his new phone, as well as three definite commissions set up for after he was done with her house. And Lexi, herself had gained interest for her artwork, from almost all of the guests they had been introduced to. All of them wanting to know when and where the art show would be held. Which, of course, Dom handled smoothly. Giving them the status of the upcoming event, and promising to update them and send out invitations with the finalized date, time and venue when she knew for sure.
In the end, she had Sloan looking like a master craftsmen, like Bob Villa and Lexi, the next Pablo Picasso. She knew exactly how to play to wealthy society’s weaknesses. Each one of them wanting to be the first to get their home remodeled by Stryker Construction & Renovations or to get their hands on an Alexis Bolden original.
When the reception officially started, their table ended up begin the most popular table there. In between the big moments, like the first dance and cutting the cake, guests were coming and going from their table trying to get information about their work. Those whom they had spoken to before the reception, started spreading the word to others, and Lexi and Sloan became the unsuspecting power couple of the evening.
Sloan was contracted to do more jobs. And some just wanted tips on how to make small changes to a room in their home. Lexi was asked over and over again if she was willing to do paintings outside of the ones she was doing for the art show. And when she told them yes, she was inundated with business cards and phone numbers programmed into her phone, with requests for personal paintings.
When there was finally a lull in the commotion around them, all the guests finally more interested in the open bar than the new popular couple, Sloan and Lexi looked at each other for a moment. They both exhaled deeply and slumped in their chairs in mental exhaustion. Huge matching smiles plastered on their faces.
“We did it.” Lexi sighed.
“I think we have enough work to keep us busy for the next five years.” Sloan shook his head in wonder. “I forgot the power of competition between the rich. But I guess it works
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