“Are you nervous?” the twins asked in unison, then looked at each other and laughed.

“A little,” Valeria admitted. “I guess I'm used to being anonymous.”

“There's no such thing as ‘anonymous’ in the fashion industry, doll,” Elliot assured her. “You have an amazing studio that will soon be the most successful in town, and I hope it doesn't stop there, so get used to the camera flashes, okay?”

Valeria smiled and hugged them tightly, not caring that her dress might get wrinkled. She let them go as soon as the doorbell rang and fixed her hair a little.

“Don't worry, I think Alan would have a heart attack even if he saw you in your pajamas,” Richard teased.

“Especially if he saw you in your pajamas!” added Elliot, and Valeria showed them her fist as a threat to make them behave.

One of the service girls went to open the door and sure enough, Alan made an abandoned puppy face as soon as he saw her.

“Alan, how are you?”

“How are you?” said the twins as well.

The doctor shook hands wi