| Soap Sins February 10, 2014 CHAPTER 70 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. LINK ONLY! Fashion Week Cliffhanger! Previously on SOAP SINS - Dakota paused. "You know, your phone is ringing." - "I thought it was yours." - "It is my first day as acting executive producer instead of co-executive producer, so I did like the executives and turned off my phone." - The elegant Spago waiter returned with the bill. Nick tossed him his platinum credit card with one hand and answered his sleek phone with the other. After the brief conversation, during which all he did was murmur in agreement, he grinned. - "That was our next adventure calling. Darlin, we’re baaaaaaaaack!" The story now continues ... - It was Fashion Week in New York City and according to an unknown caller with a Russian accent, Dakota’s old adversary-turned-friend the African Queen was in danger. She was set to launch her own line of evening gowns. Anyone who was someone of the soap opera world past and present was expected to attend. Following a brief relationship with Chip the producer, she had immersed herself in her creations with the help of a flamboyant Brazilian designer and their line of gowns was expected to make a huge splash. That is, if she survived the night. The venue was a posh club in Lower Manhattan. The African Queen would have preferred something cultural but the Brazilian insisted on something "flashy and panachy," as he told the press. - From the moment they had arrived in the Big Apple, Dakota had done something that shocked her prime time husband She had opted to wear flat heels. - "It's this snow!" she complained as she marched into the club, shaking her feet like a feline. "I'm not used to it!" - "But you did used to live in Soho years ago when you were shacking up with that Broadway buffoon." - "I was only 18 and it was a long time ago." She paused to smile and sign an autograph for a diehard soap fan. - Once inside the club, she insisted her husband take a seat. They had just 5 minutes until showtime. 5 minutes to avert a disaster. Backstage was chaotic. The well made-up models were very tall and sophisticated, draped in vibrant glittery gowns. The inspiration for the collection was old Hollywood mixed with a taste of the Riviera, whatever that meant. Dakota looked high and low but there was no sign of the African Queen. And no one seemed to know where she was. When she returned to Nick and took the small seat next to him, she gave him an update. - He laughed. "I guess she was a no-show at her own show. Typical of a former soap star or a current one!" - Dakota petulantly pointed out what she used to call him before they went to Vegas and got hitched on their first date. "A prime time pri ..." - The Brazilian music started and the stage was illuminated as the first models came strutting out. Dakota was particularly inspired by a white banded dress and wished she had been comfortable enough to wear her usual heels. If only she were in California! Then she would not have to deal with the snow, would not have worn flats, and would at least be a little closer to being as statuesque as these creatures. She suddenly remembered she was now the acting executive producer of the soap opera and felt very smug. Perhaps the time had come to shake the shallow aspect of her personality. A quick glance at her handbag changed her mind. "I'm a devil and I wear Prada!" she silently reminded herself. - At the end of the show, the Brazilian designer came out amid the applause and much to Dakota's surprise, the African Queen was with him. - "She must have been fashionably late," Nick gasped. “We have to do something. The anonymous Russian caller said she's going to be shot!" - The African Queen waved to the applauding crowd in her strapless red velvet gown. Dakota opened her mouth to scream for her to duck but she was too late. Three consecutive shots rang out and they came from behind her chair. Nick had already jumped on stage and caught the African Queen as she started to fall. Dakota turned around to face the shooter and got the shock of her life. "It's YOU!" |
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