Lawrence sees them both.

The car pulled up outside the movie house. Lawrence could see the two women standing at the end of the red carpet, talking to reporters. He swallowed so hard he was surprised his Adam's Apple didn't burst from his throat. An attendant opened the door for him and offered him her hand to help him out.

"Thank you, ma'am" he said as he stood and surveyed the crowd. Flash blubs went off in all directions. He smiled and waved to the crowd as he walked towards the two women, using one hand to lift his gown to walk.

"Ah... there he is!" Lauren said. The both looked impeccable in their tuxedos. Grace moved to one side to let him stand between them. "The Gentleman of the hour."

The three turned to face the crowds and the bulbs continued to flash. The reporters mostly ignored him. They usually did that. No one wanted a man's opinion on something. He was just there to look good. Heck, he was barely the focus of the poster.

Lauren and Grace, much to Lawrence's surprise, both leaned over and both kissed him on the cheek. He put his hand to his face in shock, but felt his penis betray him. Fortunately his gown was large enough no one could notice.

The three turned, and each woman took one of his arms and escorted him inside. He felt like a prince, but had to chose between his two knights in shining armor. And he wasn't sure he could.

The director and producers were waiting for the three inside.

"Ladies... and Mr. de Fontane." The director said, taking his hand and kissing it. "The girls at the studio say there's a lot of interest from the rentals... I do hope you all enjoy the finished product."

The three said their thanks to her and the group went inside.