Met Gala Sluts Chapter 4 by Noopster. --- "Selena? Selena. Selena! Stop playing, I'm freaking out!" Lily had also found herself alone. Any trace of her friend had disappeared the moment she turned the corner. Shoes in hand because her feet were sore from walking for so long. Aimlessly, pointlessly, drifting through rooms and halls and corridors that all looked exactly the same until she surrendered to hopelessness and sat on the floor and cried for her lost friend and for her own self. But for her too there was an emissary waiting. "Come with me. It is time." Startled, Lily looked up with teary eyes and saw a shadow and in it's winding factions recognized the face of Karl Lagerfeld, the famous German fashion designer with whom she'd worked many times going all the way back to her teenage years when she was still trying to make it as a professional model. He offered her his leather-gloved hand and helped her up. "Oh, Karl, I'm so happy to see y...