The last time Catherine Rosdale was in Goldstone, she was 26 years old. It was a few weeks before her wedding. She went there to check on an apartment her parents had left her because she always wanted to start a life in the city.
When she met Bill Ludlow,
They call it Secret Parties, even though it's not really a secret. Every party pertaining to the Goldstone entertainment industry was 'Secret Parties". They were private, anonymous, glamorous, and most of what's happening inside was illegal. There are at least half a dozen secret parties held every night in Goldstone. Wrapping up a shoot, be it an advertisement for top brands, or a movie, an end to a fashion week, or whenever a celebrity decides to throw one was a good enough reason for such an event.
They held hands while looking at the photographs of themselves displayed elegantly in Maxine's private home gallery. Most of them were in black and white in various sizes. Charlie's hands were sweating, but the excitement on her face somehow made it worthwhile. Looking at their naked bodies on canvas was surreal, Maxine did a very good job in editing them and made it look like a professional artwork.
Catherine wasn't sure how the meeting was going to go. She could barely think clearly with her heart pounding so fast. It's been over twenty years since she last saw him. They were very close in college, the three of them, Bill, Catherine, and Malcolm. So close that Bill was jealous of their friendship, then prevented them from contacting each other not long after they graduated.
Anyone who's a Goldstone resident has at least heard the name. She was the movie mogul and a Goldstone royalty. Although, nothing much about her personal life was known because she wasn't a celebrity.The 51-year-old eccentric billionaire has never been ma
Catherine kept her plan secret from her children, she asked Malcolm to be discreet. To get a divorce from someone like Bill Ludlow was going to be messy. She had to gather her strength, administration wise and mentally. She didn't care about money anymore, she just wanted out. As long as her children were financially secured, she'll figure out a way for herself.
A few days after her mom left, Charlie went back to Bluebridge to get her things. She gave Charlotte the warmest hug. She told her how her mom and dad fought over her situation and it ended with a decision to send Charlotte to a boarding school in Gastonburry.
Charlie was sweating under her work attire. It was the first time she ever wore pants and suits and went into a tall building to work. Her sense of smell heightened the pungent smell of the carpet and the air conditioning somehow stronger than the few times she went there before.
Morning sex became a forced routine they had to squeeze in their super tight schedule. Most of the time, they overslept, or rather, sleep was more pleasurable than a quickie.Their conversations were reduced to unanswered text messages, and brief phone cal