Second Life On The Red Carpet Novels & Stories

Amelia said resting her plan on her head as she breathed out sharply. "A red carpet event shouldn't be a problem. If I was you, I'd be thinking of a way to create a better show and make you and Xavier's commitment as real as possible" "So all this is just for show off? " "Something like that, more pictures, less talking" "I thought it was meant for only celebrities and all" "A red carpet event is usually a formal occasion featuring celebrities, famous sports heroes, fashion models, well-known politicians or heads of state and also, Xavier is a celebrity, but a very introverted one in the sense that he doesn't like his private life out in the public"

“Oh, just a little someone named Elena Matthews. You know, the one who’s been gracing every magazine cover lately? No big deal.” My eyes widen for real. “Elena Matthews? The Elena Matthews? Darling, you’re practically royalty now!” Her excitement bubbles over, and she leans over the table, whispering so no one thinks she’s going crazy with happiness. “I know, right? It’s a dream come true. I can’t believe she picked me for her red carpet-appearance this year. You know, she’s a legend, right? Anything she wears—literally anything—becomes a sensation overnight. People talk about it for almost a year. I can’t screw this chance, Viv. I just can’t. She’s returning to Hollywood after almost two ye

The red carpet stretched like a river of flashing lights outside the grand Metropolitan Hall. Cameras clicked relentlessly, reporters shouted questions, and the elite of the city posed in their designer finest. This was the annual Apex Gala the most prestigious charity event of the year, where billionaires, celebrities, and power players gathered to see and be seen.

Although she wasn’t used to this lifestyle, it didn’t feel so bad because she felt totally shielded by Anders. Or maybe it was still too soon to come to a conclusion. After all, they hadn’t even gone into the hall yet. He laced their fingers together as the cameras continued shooting, planted a peck on her cheeks, and said, “Just to make it look more real.” Veil didn’t think that was necessary because, for her, every bit of it felt real. The red carpet host, a tall brunette in a pink dress, approached them with something that could pass for a smile. Veil couldn’t help but think she was probably one of Anders’ playthings or had been at some point in both their lives.

But I looked back at her with nothing but indifference. Charlotte had already given me so many things like that, I couldn't even keep count. I let out a sigh and shot her a mocking smile. "The Fosters must really like you, showering you with all these fancy gifts. But tell me, are they doing it out of love or guilt? Maybe they're trying to make up for something?" As soon as the words left my mouth, I saw her freeze and stare at me in disbelief. Every piece of jewelry she wore—the sparkling diamond bracelets and the blue gemstone necklace—was all too familiar. I had received each one myself in my previous life.

Unknown to me, a gala is ongoing. “ You know, I dream of walking down the red carpet in the future. In some of my dreams, I'm on the red carpet. Cameras light flash blindingly all around me. Shuttering sounds and cues for new shots taking up my ears. It makes me feel beautiful, and boom! I wake up and see myself on the bed. Just another teen saved from a foster home and kept off the streets.”

"Oh shit." "What?" "My show. My favourite show just came on and I completely forgot about it." More rustling sounds, then the distinct click of a TV being turned on. I couldn't help but smile despite everything. Jenny and her celebrity gossip shows. Some things never changed. "Is this that red carpet thing?" I asked. "The one with all the celebrities and influential people?" "Yes." The volume on her TV increased, and I could hear the distant chatter of commentators and the ambient noise of a crowd.

I hung up, texting Orrin: “Roger says there's a big film premiere next week in London. Red carpet. He wants you to tag along?” He replied: “I'll pass.” “I'll be there. You won't mind coming for me, would you?” “Wouldn’t miss it, firecracker. You should've started with that.” I smiled, warmth spreading, but then I snapped out of it immediately and shook my head. This isn’t the time to feel butterflies. Days later and it was the premiere night already. It felt electric. I stood in my hotel suite, smoothing my blue beaded gown, the slit high, the fabric accentuating my curves.

] [ I don't think I've seen her before] Tasha took Nate's arm, trying to hide her fear of cameras as she walked the red carpet into the Hall. The Hall was filled with wealthy people, who had nothing else to do with their money rather than flaunt it; at least that was what Tasha thought, as she watched them chattering away, talking about stocks, designers and auctions. She walked to an empty table, sitting all alone while she felt eyes gawking at her. [ She looks somewhat familiar] [ Is she some sort of a new star? ]