bra…and…panty sets； with white fish…net
over…the…knee stockings； white elbow…length gloves and white suede over…the…knee boots。 After
marching down the gangplank with military…style efficiency they began a plicated dance that
looked like a cross between air traffic control and water ballet。 Suddenly the neat rows of
gesticulating models parted to reveal a dapper dude with curly； shoulder…length red hair； wearing a
white three…piece suit； carrying a jewel…encrusted gold cane； andtap…dancing 。
No joke。
Red curls bouncing； he tap…danced right up to the end of the runway； stopped on a dime； and
began to applaud the audience。 Behind him the models stood on one leg； with the other knee
raised high； like flamingos； applauding； too。 Then the music stopped and the audience went wild。
The redhead had to be Jedediah Angel； Vanessa decided； and he was standing directly in front of
her。 He took a deep bow； looking a bit like the Wizard of Oz in his tight white suit。 Suddenly he
pointed at her and began to whoop and clap； motioning for her to stand up。 Vanessa shook her
head； alarmed； but Jedediah Angel kept on beckoning to her。 ？Stand up； baby！ Standup ！？
The crowd was going crazy now。 They didn？t even know who the hell Vanessa was； but if
Jedediah Angel wanted her to bow； she must besomebody 。 Giving in； Vanessa stood up； her face
burning with embarrassment and her shoulders shaking in an uncharacteristically nervous fit of the
giggles as she bowed her head to acknowledge their applause。
She could already hear Ken Mogul whispering in her ear； ？Get used to it baby； you？ve rocked
their world！？ And even though itwas kind of cool to have so many people a