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A Handful Of Stars 136 | the photoshoot.
CAMERON'S P.O.VI wasn't expecting to get a call from my PR manager, Delilah, the first thing in the morning.Twenty minutes after the first time my phone rang — I stepped out of the shower — and into the steam filled bathroom, rubbing the remnants of sleep out of my eyes with the heels of my palm - feeling vaguely human again. I had been up most of the night, thanks to Shayla. When my phone rang for the umpteenth time, I sighed and stepped out.Hastily wrapping a towel around my waist, I scooped up the phone, half-afraid to pick up the call as Delilah's name flashed across the screen."Your antics have shaved off twenty years from my lifespan, already," Delilah said in greeting, and I laughed, not at all surprised by her blunt greeting. Tucking the phone between my ear and my damp shoulder as I went on to dry my hair, "Am I that scandalous?""You're nearly not scandalous enough," Delilah cursed. "We need to generate more buzz around your name, starting from today, and will continue i
A Handful Of Stars 137 | brother and sister.
CAMERON'S P.O.V"Do you think he will be happy to see me?" A familiar voice wondered out loud from somewhere to my right, and I resisted myself from opening my eyes. If I pretended to be asleep, I could hear more of the conversation anyway."He is your brother, Camille," Shayla's voice flooded in, and under the covers, my fingers twitched. Camille? Camille? She was here? Why didn't she tell me she was coming? "Of course, he will be happy.""Ey," Camille said, poking my shoulder. I stayed put. Then, she ripped the covers from my body and gave me such a hard shove that elicited a sharp gasp from me. My eyes flew open. I was caught anyway. Camille's eyes settled on me, grinning brightly. "I knew you were awake!""Even if I was awake, you had no right to wake me up!"Mille frowned at me. "That doesn't even make sense!""You don't make sense!"Beside us, Shayla rolled her eyes. "Typical siblings," She murmured. Then, she leaned in, and pressed a kiss to my cheek. "Good morning, babe."I in
A Handful Of Stars 138 | the intruder.
SHAYLA'S P.O.VAfter what seemed like forever, I was finally out of my office at a respectable time. When I got back home, I found only Camille strutting around the living room, muttering something about who murdered and where did the sweater come from. Not wanting to break whatever bubble she was in, I tried to sneak away to my room as quietly as I could, but I accidentally banged my foot against the corner of the sofa, that not only caused a loud bang, but also drew a sharp shriek from my lips. Camille's frantic eyes searched around the room for the intruder until they finally settled on me, and her gaze turned calmer. She heaved a sigh."You almost gave me a heart attack, Shay!"I threw my hands up in the air in surrender. "I was trying not to disturb your case-solving moment and was trying to sneak out. But as you can see — I was very unsuccessful at that endeavor."Camille gave me a smile as she put the papers in her hand onto the table with a loud, resounding slap. She frowned a
A Handful Of Stars 139 | a scary night for the chocolate boy of the town.
CAMERON'S P.O.VI was in the studio, recording, when my newly hired secretary, Daniel, ran to me, his eyes creased with worry. I stopped midway through my vocalizing as Daniel raised his hand and tapped against the glass door three times. Tap. Tap. Tap.I stopped the practice at once, stepping out of the room and cornering him. "What happened?""Your sister gave you ten missed calls," He said, holding up my phone. "Maybe you should call her back? It might be an emergency?"I took the phone from him, my own face turning into a mask of worry and confusion as I saw the consecutive ten missed calls from Camille. Before I could call her back, the phone in my hand vibrated to life once again, her name flashing across the screen. I picked it up instantly, halfway through the first ring."Hey—""Cam," Her terrified voice flooded across the call and my back instantly stiffened. "Cam, there's someone in the house. They just broke in. I am—""Mille, Mille, listen to me," I said, my heart beating
A Handful Of Stars 140 | the bachelorette party.
SHAYLA'S P.O.VKeeping all terrifying stalker incidents in the back of my mind, I could not be more excited for today. It was finally my bachelorette party day, and I was promised a hell of a night!"Are you sure I do not need to dress up?" I frowned as Caira tied the blindfold around my eyes, and tugged at the knot, making sure it was tight enough. "I mean, it is a bachelorette party. That too mine, nonetheless.""Just have a little faith in me, Shay," Caira said, clicking her tongue. Then, she grabbed my hand with enough force to crush my bones, as she led me forward. The marble of my house was replaced with the cobblestones of the driveway soon enough, and before I knew it — we were climbing into a car. I was still in the same suit I had worn to office today — and when I had come back home, I had found Caira and Daadi lazily flipping through a magazine while Caira said something to Daadi that was apparently funny enough to make her throw her head back and laugh. When Caira's dark e
A Handful Of Stars 141 | the bachelor's party.
CAMERON'S P.O.V I already knew what was coming, and yet I was not ready. "We are finally here!" Dominic added, whistling as he strolled through the gates of the VIP section of the club with a lazy ease. "Got this whole place, all to us tonight. Isn't that crazy?" "You know what's crazy? Talking when we are in a club! Let's eat first! Then dance! And then talk!" Harris said as he walked to the bar-restaurant and slammed his fist against the counter. "Four deluxe cheese burgers, four fries, and two bottles of whiskey please!" "Are your friends always this excited?" Easton asked, sidling up to me. Today, he had dressed down from his ties and suits and had worn a plain black shirt and grey pants instead. I nodded in answer to his inquiry. "They almost always are. They're like my recharging stations," I added, shrugging. In a nearby mirror, I caught a reflection of myself — in a black and white striped shirt and black pants, a silver chain around my neck, my hair tousled and slicked ba
A Handful Of Stars 142 | the rehearsal dinner.
SHAYLA'S P.O.VBefore I knew it, the weeks passed by in a blur. In between the wedding preparations, office work, and so much more — I had been rendered completely and visually exhausted. While I was aware that weddings meant big responsibilities — I was pretty quickly heading to a complete burnout, which I reckoned wasn't all that good of a look for a blushing to-be bride. "My God," I said as I rushed down the stairs, and right into Caira's embrace. She patted my back as I sighed. "I think I will be collapsing any moment now.""Do not worry, as your maid of honor I pledge to be standing behind you all the damn time so that I can catch you when you fall," Caira said sincerely as we walked towards the car. I bid the security guard goodbye. "And as your maid of honor, I can also attest to the fact that weddings are majorly stressful. What's the point of big, fat weddings anyway? Just do a registration and you're done for.""We will do the registration on the morning of the white veil w
A Handful Of Stars 143 | the haldi ceremony and more bengali rituals.
SHAYLA'S P.O.VTomorrow was my wedding day. It was tomorrow and it was official — it was officially my wedding day. This morning, Cameron and I had dressed up — courtesy of Caira, who insisted on buying us new outfits for our legal wedding, aka the registration of our marriage, or otherwise, she'd throw herself in front of a flashy car and meet her instant death right in front of us to forever change the direction of our lives. Her words, not mine. But either way, none of us took any chances and we followed her to the boutique either way — where Caira already had arranged a galore of more casual wedding dresses for me to try on. After two hours of sifting through racks and racks full of absolutely insanely pretty dresses, I settled on a white jumpsuit with a flourishing train that hung down my waist. The sleeveless jumpsuit was edgy, with a dramatic neckline and shiny white leather straps running down the waist, but the train of cloth provided it with a much appreciated elegance. In
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