what it was about or who else was in it.
The stylist insisted my sister and I pick identical color dresses but said the style of each could be unique. We had several colors to pick from but in the end, we both found red dresses we loved.
We were given expensive, matching heels, some jewelry and then she had us slip into our dresses for a final fitting. She said her people would work through the night to make sure the alterations were done to the dresses so they fit us perfectly as if the dresses were made just for us.
As our bodyguard and assistant were escorting us back to the car, Cara Delevingne walked past. I had no idea who she was, but she was pretty, really pretty. My sister pulled out her smart phone and showed me her Wikipedia page. It turned out she was a supermodel. She looked so glamorous, so that didn't surprise me. What did surprise me was that my sister, the super serious one, knew who she was. Maybe there was a side of my sister I never knew… like she was a closeted fangirl.
I've never been one of those people who got into the whole celebrity thing, but I had to admit, even I was getting caught up in it all now that my sister and I were in LA. Everywhere you looked were the most amazingly beautiful people. How was it possible that there was an entire city that had nothing but attractive people?
After getting fitted for our dresses, we were whisked off to have lunch at The Ivy. It was the first time I would get to see Grayson since he left Houston. I was nervous and not thinking about anything else but seeing Grayson, so when we stepped out of the car and were bombarded by flashing cameras, I was taken aback.
“Why did they want our photos, we aren’t famous?” I asked the bodyguard once we got safely inside the restaurant and away from the madness.
"They take everyone's photo, no matter who you are, and if they figure out you aren't famous, they just trash them and move on or file them away for later, in case you happen to become famous one day."
The hostess took us to our table, where Grayson was waiting. He stood up and put his arm around me while he introduced himself to my sister. It took me a second for that to sink in. He actually knew the difference between us, not many people did.
After he had given me a chaste kiss on the cheek and we sat down, Grayson scooted his chair next to mine and held my hand while we looked at the menu. It was a small gesture but such a sweet one. He seemed almost nervous. Then again, so was I.
“How was your flight?” He asked my sister.
"It was wonderful. Thank you. We've never been on a private jet before, so it was a real treat for both of us."
He turned towards me. “Did you girls find dresses you like for tomorrow?”
“Yes,” I giggled. “It wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be to find the right dress. The stylist was a big help though. She’s having them custom tailored for us so they’ll drop them off at the hotel tomorrow morning.”
When the waitress came to take our order, I realized I hadn't even looked at the menu. I was so caught up in the little circles Grayson was drawing on my palm with his finger to even think about what I might want to eat.
I looked at my sister in panic and without missing a beat, she folded her menu, sat it down and ordered for the both of us.
“My sister and I will both be having The Ivy Lobster Cobb salad.”
The waitress then turned to Grayson.
“I’ll have the mesquite grilled, fresh wild swordfish.”
To drink, we all had fresh cucumber Martinis. I'd never heard of such a thing, but Grayson insisted they were wonderful, and he was right, they were good, especially after downing three of them.
After lunch, we went back to our hotel for a spa day. He had booked my sister and I adjoining rooms at the Ritz-Carlton, Marina del Ray. Grayson couldn't join us because he had a lot of interviews to get through before the big premiere. He promised to meet us at the hotel for dinner though.
After being
The stylist insisted my sister and I pick identical color dresses but said the style of each could be unique. We had several colors to pick from but in the end, we both found red dresses we loved.
We were given expensive, matching heels, some jewelry and then she had us slip into our dresses for a final fitting. She said her people would work through the night to make sure the alterations were done to the dresses so they fit us perfectly as if the dresses were made just for us.
As our bodyguard and assistant were escorting us back to the car, Cara Delevingne walked past. I had no idea who she was, but she was pretty, really pretty. My sister pulled out her smart phone and showed me her Wikipedia page. It turned out she was a supermodel. She looked so glamorous, so that didn't surprise me. What did surprise me was that my sister, the super serious one, knew who she was. Maybe there was a side of my sister I never knew… like she was a closeted fangirl.
I've never been one of those people who got into the whole celebrity thing, but I had to admit, even I was getting caught up in it all now that my sister and I were in LA. Everywhere you looked were the most amazingly beautiful people. How was it possible that there was an entire city that had nothing but attractive people?
After getting fitted for our dresses, we were whisked off to have lunch at The Ivy. It was the first time I would get to see Grayson since he left Houston. I was nervous and not thinking about anything else but seeing Grayson, so when we stepped out of the car and were bombarded by flashing cameras, I was taken aback.
“Why did they want our photos, we aren’t famous?” I asked the bodyguard once we got safely inside the restaurant and away from the madness.
"They take everyone's photo, no matter who you are, and if they figure out you aren't famous, they just trash them and move on or file them away for later, in case you happen to become famous one day."
The hostess took us to our table, where Grayson was waiting. He stood up and put his arm around me while he introduced himself to my sister. It took me a second for that to sink in. He actually knew the difference between us, not many people did.
After he had given me a chaste kiss on the cheek and we sat down, Grayson scooted his chair next to mine and held my hand while we looked at the menu. It was a small gesture but such a sweet one. He seemed almost nervous. Then again, so was I.
“How was your flight?” He asked my sister.
"It was wonderful. Thank you. We've never been on a private jet before, so it was a real treat for both of us."
He turned towards me. “Did you girls find dresses you like for tomorrow?”
“Yes,” I giggled. “It wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be to find the right dress. The stylist was a big help though. She’s having them custom tailored for us so they’ll drop them off at the hotel tomorrow morning.”
When the waitress came to take our order, I realized I hadn't even looked at the menu. I was so caught up in the little circles Grayson was drawing on my palm with his finger to even think about what I might want to eat.
I looked at my sister in panic and without missing a beat, she folded her menu, sat it down and ordered for the both of us.
“My sister and I will both be having The Ivy Lobster Cobb salad.”
The waitress then turned to Grayson.
“I’ll have the mesquite grilled, fresh wild swordfish.”
To drink, we all had fresh cucumber Martinis. I'd never heard of such a thing, but Grayson insisted they were wonderful, and he was right, they were good, especially after downing three of them.
After lunch, we went back to our hotel for a spa day. He had booked my sister and I adjoining rooms at the Ritz-Carlton, Marina del Ray. Grayson couldn't join us because he had a lot of interviews to get through before the big premiere. He promised to meet us at the hotel for dinner though.
After being
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