These two had been transforming for weeks. My women were becoming something beyond human — defying age, defying biology, their bodies slowly evolving toward a standard that didn't exist in nature.
And I'd missed it.
Missed it because I saw them every day and the changes were so incremental they registered as normal.
But a week apart had shattered the spell of familiarity, and now I stood in the doorway looking at two women who should have been aging and were instead becoming goddesses.
My brain was still trying to catch up with my eyes and failing miserably.
But I needed to reward them, these two had spent the last week running Meridian Agency — Catherine restructuring the entire talent pipeline, Dominique managing client relations, both of them turning the modeling agency into the machine that was about to supply the faces for Paris Fashion Week.
