~Becklan's POV~
I sat down beside Leon, holding his hand tightly. His brother glanced at Leon first. "Before we get to anything else, Leon, come here. Let's talk business."
Then he glanced at the woman nearby and asked her to bring me a drink, smiling warmly as he said, "Make yourself at home, Beck."
Once they stepped away into a corner of the grand room to discuss their affairs, the woman served me a chilled drink. I took a slow sip, leaning back into the plush cushions of the sofa and pulling out my phone to pass the time.
A notification popped up immediately. It was a message from Chris.
Chris: Hey buddy. Now that the dust has settled, we still haven't properly celebrated your massive success at the Paris show. You were the star of the runway! Let's go out for a drink tonight? My treat.
I stared at the screen, a small smile playing on my lips as I remembered the rush of the lights and the cameras.
