Lily had been home less than a day and already she was bored and restless. She’d slept until noon, eaten strawberry crepes in bed, taken a bubble bath, and then leisurely painted her nails. As she waited for the rainbow-hued Fire Crab varnish to dry, the thought of a summer spent lazing around and hanging out with friends didn’t appeal the way it had when she’d grimly slogged through end of term exams.
She wanted to do
something—something bold like Rose, who ran off with Scorpius Malfoy someplace wildly romantic. Lily didn’t envy Rose her boyfriend. She wasn’t ready for a true love, together forever kind of relationship. It was her cousin’s determination she envied, the boldness to do what made her happy despite what anyone else might say.
Could Lily be that bold?
In the storage drawer beneath the ebony framed mirror of her French dressing table was a business card representing a man and a question she couldn’t get out of her mind: Have you ever considered modelling?
She hadn’t, until Easter holiday, when shopping in Diagon Alley. Lily went into Siren’s Secrets to try a new perfume of berry-sweetness with sophisticated floral scents and to browse through the spring items in the Hot Pink collection. While she was trying to decide between a solid pink bra and one with pink zebra stripes, a black suited sales associate approached to tell her a company executive would like to speak with her in the manager’s office.
The executive was Blaise Zabini. Tall, dark, and elegant in business robes, he introduced himself and said he’d seen her through the shop window. “Customers with red hair don’t usually gravitate to pink. Why did you?”
“I can wear anything.”
Blaise smiled, and Lily could see why he stayed on the Witch Weekly
Most Eligible Bachelor list every year even though he was as old as her dad. “I believe you,” he said. “Have you ever considered modelling?”
“No.” She wasn’t ultra thin and tall.
He handed her his card. “You’d be perfect to represent our Hot Pink line.”
Pictures of her in knickers splashed across magazines and shop walls? Her parents would have kittens, and she didn’t even want to imagine what the rest of the family would say. “Because I’m Lily Potter?” she asked. It wouldn’t be the first time someone was more interested in who she was related to rather than in her as a person. Photographers sold her picture to the newspapers on a regular basis and the captions always read “Harry Potter’s daughter”.
“No, and I’d drop the ‘Potter’. It lacks style. We’d promote you as Lily Luna.”
That did have a lovely ring to it.
Blaise said, “Think it over. I don’t need a decision right away, and we’d have to schedule shoots around your holidays, of course.” He shook her hand and his gaze fell on the item she’d carried with her. “Excellent choice,” he said.
Lily took off her robe and gazed at her reflection in the dressing table mirror. The pink zebra striped bra supported her curves and looked amazing next to her creamy skin. If other women agreed and went out and bought zebra striped bras of their own, would that be so awful? And if she made loads of Galleons, enough to be independent and do what she wanted despite what anyone else might say, would that make her a horrible, ungrateful daughter?
She pulled the drawer open and took out the business card. Whether or not anyone considered it an “excellent” choice, she was of age and it was her choice to make. Hers alone. Lily Potter.
Her reflection grinned.