Eddie's POVI was sitting down with a glass of my favourite whiskey when James' call came in. I groaned, knowing that he would berate me for going onto my social media without at least letting him know, or consulting my PR team. With a sigh, I picked up the call. "James," I answered, already bracing myself for the onslaught."Eddie," his voice boomed through the phone, "what in the world were you thinking?"I winced at the volume, but held my ground. "Let me explain," I said, trying to keep my voice calm."There's nothing to explain," he interrupted, his tone sharp. "You just threw a grenade into a perfectly orchestrated PR campaign for Jenna, and dragged yourself and Chloe into the middle of it."He had a point. Jenna's team would have a field day with this, spinning it to make me look like the bad guy. But I couldn't let her manipulate the narrative."James," I countered, "there was no plan. Jenna's the one who blindsided me with a public lie. I had to set the record straight.""An
Eddie's POVThe events of the night had taken their toll, leaving me emotionally drained and physically weary.Crawling into bed, I pulled the covers over my shoulders, the familiar scent of Chloe's discarded stuffed bunny a small comfort in the face of the chaos.Sleep, however, remained elusive. My mind replayed the events of the night in a relentless loop: Jenna's deception, my impulsive tweet, the conversation with James, and finally, the unanswered text to Amelia.With a frustrated sigh, I reached for my phone again, the screen still devoid of any notification from Amelia. Maybe a call would be more effective?With a sigh, I decided not to.The rhythmic hum of the air conditioner lulled me into a restless sleep. A few minutes later, the creak of my door woke me up. A sliver of panic sliced through my sleep fog. It was too early for Amelia to be back, and the security team wouldn't be arriving until morning. My heart hammered against my ribs as I sat up, straining to hear any oth
Jenna's POVThe young actor, surprisingly agile for someone built like a beanpole, dodged her attack. They grappled for a moment, a comical yet unsettling dance before security finally intervened.The guards, burly men in black suits, separated the two actors with surprising ease. Brenda, still fuming, was escorted off stage, her emerald gown a trail of fury. The young actor, his face flushed and his shirt askew, looked out at the stunned audience."Well," he stammered, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "This isn't exactly how I pictured this going."The tension in the room dissipated, replaced by a wave of nervous laughter. The award show host rushed on stage, his face pale but his voice steady. With a forced smile, he managed to steer the ceremony back on track. The air should have been buzzing about the spectacle, but rather, it seemed to be fixed on me. Frustration gnawed at me. The whispers and stares had become undeniable. Something was wrong, something beyond the typ
Jenna's POV"Well, darling," I said, extending a hand to Michelle. "Duty calls. But don't worry, I'm sure we'll have plenty of opportunities to continue this fascinating conversation in the future."Michelle took my hand, her grip surprisingly strong. "Looking forward to it," she purred, her eyes gleaming with a challenge.As I turned to walk away, I couldn't help but throw a final dig over my shoulder. "Enjoy the rest of the evening, Michelle. Just try not to cause any…memorable meltdowns on stage."A flicker of anger crossed Michelle's face for a fleeting moment, replaced by a tight smile. "Don't worry, darling," she called back. "I'll leave the public meltdowns to the amateurs."With that, I walked away, leaving Michelle and her entourage staring after me. The encounter had done little to soothe my anger, but it had at least provided a temporary distraction. Amelia's POVThe question Blair asked me raced through me, my heart pounding fervently as I considered the question. Blair
Amelia's POVAs if sensing my anxiety, Blair nudged me. "Don't worry," she said, her voice low and soothing. "Everything will work out. You just need to be honest with him.""I know," I sighed, sinking deeper into the couch. "But what if he doesn't feel the same way? What if I mess things up even more?"Blair reached out and squeezed my hand. "Hey," she said firmly, her eyes filled with genuine concern. "You can't control his feelings, Amelia. But you can control your own. If you care about him, then tell him. Don't let fear hold you back."Her words were a balm to my anxieties. "Thanks, Blair," I said as I reached out and squeezed her hand. "By the way, what about your one night stand guy? Has he called yet?" I asked her. She shook her head. Blair's POVI shook my head at Amelia's question. "He hasn't."She peered at me closely, "Are you worried?"I smiled softly at the thought of him. "No… and stop calling him that. His name is James."She rolled her eyes at me before going on t
Amelia's POVThe dress clung to Blair's body like a second skin, the emerald green fabric whispering promises of elegance and confidence with every movement. It wasn't a showstopper, not in the flamboyant, attention-grabbing way. Instead, it was simple, yet stunning. The knee-length hem showcased her toned legs, their smooth curves accentuated by the way the skirt flared slightly at the bottom.My gaze traveled upwards, taking in the way the dress cinched at her waist, highlighting the hourglass shape of her figure. The neckline wasn't a plunging V-neck that screamed for attention, but a delicate scoop neck that hinted at the soft slope of her shoulders and the elegant line of her collarbone. A whisper of lace, barely there but undeniably exquisite, trimmed the neckline, adding a touch of whimsical femininity to the otherwise understated design.But it was the way the dress framed her face that truly stole the show. The emerald green fabric, usually a cool and refreshing color, seemed
Blair's POVAmelia cut me off with a gentle laugh. "Okay, okay, I get it. You're nervous. But listen, here's the thing: James clearly seems interested in you. He wouldn't have asked you out if he wasn't. Just be yourself, Blair. That's all anyone can ask for. And besides," she added with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "you have me as your wingwoman. What could possibly go wrong?"A wave of relief washed over me. Amelia was right. It was just a date, a chance to get to know someone new. And with Amelia by my side, I knew I could handle whatever came my way."You're right," I conceded, a smile finally blooming on my face. "Thanks, Amelia. I don't know what I'd do without you.""Always here for you, bestie," she declared, pulling me into a tight hug. "Now, how about we clean this place up and go to bed. I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted and I plan on waking up early to visit mom at the hospital before going to work.""Same here, I'm beat," I replied as we disengaged and began t
Amelia's POVIt was a life straight out of a fairytale, where all my wishes magically came true. Blair's voice shattered the dream world, yanking me back to reality. The taste of bittersweet happiness lingered on my tongue, a stark reminder of the world outside my head."Amelia!" My eyes snapped open, immediately throwing me out of my dream at the sound of Blair calling my name. My eyebrows shifted, lowering in slight dissatisfaction as I realized that it was morning already and the sun was just beginning to rise. "Amelia!" Blair's voice rang through the apartment, together with the sound of her footsteps as she seemingly ran in the small apartment to get to the bedroom. I slowly rose to a sitting position and brought my feet to the ground just as she burst into the room, her phone in one hand and in the air, the other hand holding a spatula that seemed to be dripping with batter."What on earth, Blair?" "You have to see this," she yelled out, ignoring the glare I directed her way