Different but beautiful

Amelia

"Yes, you."

My heart did a somersault in my chest.

Was he really talking to me? His eyes were focused on me and he had on a sly smile.

No, it had to be someone else.

I turned to look behind me, everyone's eyes were focused on me.

"Hey, blondie." He called and I froze. "You in the shirt." Now I was sure he was talking to me.

I slowly looked back at him.

What did he want? To make fun of me for pouring water on a celebrity? To make fun of my clothes? What?!

"Come here." He ordered.

I frowned. I was not his slave, he had no right commanding me like one.

I didn't move.

Someone pushed me from behind and I went stumbling to his feet and would have fallen flat on my face, but someone caught me, breaking my fall.

I looked up, expecting to see Rowan, but it was the good looking interviewer. He was frowning slightly. I wondered if he ever smiled.

"You can stand on your own, can't you?" He asked with that look of disgust again.

Why? Because he was touching me? Was I covered in filth or som