I was used to the flash of the cameras, the never ending intrusive
questions and all the fake people that hover around me constantly.
But I could never be used to a conventionally normal life and not
to mention a love life. "Liza baby, you have the Seventeen photo
shoot at 12 so you better get down here or we're gonna be late!"
yelled Maria from the bottom of the stairs. "Just one second! I'm
trying to find my phone!" As I rummaged through my covers, I
flipped over my pillow and there it sat. Thank goodness for my
bright blue iPhone cover otherwise it could have blended into my
sheets. I shoved it into my bag and raced down the stairs, out the
door and into the waiting town car. "Now honey, we have the photo
shoot at 12 till like 3 or so because you know Edward he likes to
get you to look at the pictures as well. Then we have to get you
ready for the charity gala at the Chatswin building, did you find a
dress?" babbled Maria. "Yeah, I found one in the back of my closet"
I said. "You what!? Oh my god! We'll have to get out of the photo
shoot early and find you a new one!" I frowned and sighed.
"Whatever" I muttered under my breath. Everyone says that famous
people like me are self absorbed, attention seeking and all around
ass holes but what people don't know is what goes on behind closed
doors. I was about 7 my mother got her big break in acting and by
the time I was 9 she was an international star. Now that I'm 17 she
is never home and the only one I can really count on is Maria my
assistant. She became my assistant after my mum thrust me into my
first movie role; and she's been my sister ever since. She has been
there with me through the good and bad. Bad, like two years ago
when I came out of a party with one of my friends at the time, we
tried to walk to her house but instead she walked off and got
coached into an alley way and was raped by two older men. She
magically kept it all out of the press and where was my mother?
Trying to get me a role for a movie in France. I've been in two
movies after that and one of them was very successful hence the
photo shoot today. "Honey are you okay? You seem kinda flat today"
asked Edward invasively. "Oh Eddy, just a bit tired. Shouldn't have
partied so hard last night" I winked. He giggled and took the last
couple of shots. I was glad to out of there but not glad to have to
find a dress; "What are we feeling tonight Liza, Prada or Channel?"
"I told you, the dress I found looks perfectly fine!" "Liza, baby!
You know the press will murder you if you wear something not
labeled!" I rolled my eyes. "Can you please pick something so I can
just go home and get dressed... Please Maria!" she stopped in her
tracks turned and replied "Go home in the town car and I'll find
something" I gave her a quick hug and raced home. Maria returned an
hour later with a gorgeous blue gown that started dark blue at the
top and ended up light blue down the bottom. The Chatswin building
was old but beautiful. I had been to a function once there, it was
my mothers 35th birthday party and I was about 10. As the lights of
the cameras flashed I greeted other members of the gala with my
fake smile. And I headed inside; with Maria hot on my heels I
scoped out what I was actually doing here. It appeared we all were
just going to stand around then Mr Thyeus (the host) was going to
ask us for money. Wonderful. I stood under the large chandelier and
gazed up at its beauty. I had admired the people who made them; it
showed great creativity on their part because I had never seen two
of the same. An intricate web of perfectly moulded glass but still
having to plug all of those electrical wires in to make it light up
like the night sky. In the midst of my admiring someone bumped into
me; it was a waiter. He was immaculate.
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