spa treatments downstairs okay?” Eve
hugged her agent, they were very close and Sally had been wonderful over the
five years they had worked together.
Eve settled into the silk covers trying to induce sleep, the
last thing she needed was eye bags. Tomorrow was going to be the biggest day of
her career so far she wanted to be fully prepared.
After a morning of facials, waxing and threading Eve’s skin
was tingling all over as Sally and she had a quiet lunch together in her room.
The afternoon schedule included her dress fitting, Sally had organised a dress
for her and shoes too. Eve was taking a huge risk allowing her to select
something but she trusted her fully. Fashion awareness and choosing clothes was
not something Eve excelled in. The hair stylist was coming at four; Sally
suggested soft curls and her hair down. Eve’s hair reached the middle of her
back, but as she always tied it up Sally decided it would make the most
dramatic impression.
Four hours later Eve was standing in front of the mirror
open mouthed at the woman looking back at her. Sally had chosen a dress by a
top designer; it was silver grey off the shoulder with a fitted bodice that
fell to a ruffled waterfall effect skirt slit open on one side. The bodice gave
her curves an hour glass appearance, her breasts displayed in all their glory.
Eve wanted to fold her arms but at the same time couldn’t help but stare at her
own image. The unfeasibly high shoes were Manolo Blahniks’ apparently; they
were also silver with jewelled straps across the toes. Her eyes had been given
a sultry Smokey look and for the first time in her life she was wearing red
lipstick. Tears filled her eyes as she took it all in, her full glossy brown
hair looked windswept and fell over her shoulders, Nathan wouldn’t recognise
her.
“Don’t cry Eve it took a long time to get your eyes looking
so amazing, now you look like a leading lady. I can guarantee that it will be
your face on all the front pages this week, you look absolutely fantastic. I
feel quite emotional myself, Christopher will be so proud. Let’s go your public
are waiting” The woman in the mirror smiled and Eve for once agreed, she did
look beautiful; it was her time to shine now, no more hiding in the shadows.
She stepped into the corridor and into the rest of her life.
Chapter 8
As the limo pulled up to Leicester Square Eve was suddenly crippled
with nerves, there were crowds of fans shouting. She imagined most were here
for the two leading men, Nathan and Tom. Cameras were flashing and she could
sense the anticipation of the crowds as her limo pulled up. Sally grasped her
arm
“Nathan is right behind us, walk up to the first lot of
photographers and he will join you there. You look stunning, don’t fidget with
your dress, walk slowly and above all smile. This is your moment to be
discovered, after tonight everyone will know your name and you will be launched
into the media. Enjoy every minute you have so much potential don’t waste this
chance” After her wise words Eve felt her strength return and as the door
opened for her she carefully stepped out. Her dress parted and the
photographers had some great shots of her long legs and new shoes.
As she approached the first bank of cameras, she paused to
pose for photos as she had been instructed. Her eyes were dazzled by all the
flashes but amongst the faces shouting her name she saw a very familiar one
that almost stopped her heart. Rory was smiling at her from the back a smug
look on his face. Eve felt her smile weaken and almost crumpled when two arms
came up behind her and swept her onwards along the carpet. Nathan. They stopped
at each photo stop and posed together; reporters were shouting questions which
they ignored totally. After an hour of strutting their stuff they finally met
up with Christopher to find their seats. Nathan for the first time got to
hugged her agent, they were very close and Sally had been wonderful over the
five years they had worked together.
Eve settled into the silk covers trying to induce sleep, the
last thing she needed was eye bags. Tomorrow was going to be the biggest day of
her career so far she wanted to be fully prepared.
After a morning of facials, waxing and threading Eve’s skin
was tingling all over as Sally and she had a quiet lunch together in her room.
The afternoon schedule included her dress fitting, Sally had organised a dress
for her and shoes too. Eve was taking a huge risk allowing her to select
something but she trusted her fully. Fashion awareness and choosing clothes was
not something Eve excelled in. The hair stylist was coming at four; Sally
suggested soft curls and her hair down. Eve’s hair reached the middle of her
back, but as she always tied it up Sally decided it would make the most
dramatic impression.
Four hours later Eve was standing in front of the mirror
open mouthed at the woman looking back at her. Sally had chosen a dress by a
top designer; it was silver grey off the shoulder with a fitted bodice that
fell to a ruffled waterfall effect skirt slit open on one side. The bodice gave
her curves an hour glass appearance, her breasts displayed in all their glory.
Eve wanted to fold her arms but at the same time couldn’t help but stare at her
own image. The unfeasibly high shoes were Manolo Blahniks’ apparently; they
were also silver with jewelled straps across the toes. Her eyes had been given
a sultry Smokey look and for the first time in her life she was wearing red
lipstick. Tears filled her eyes as she took it all in, her full glossy brown
hair looked windswept and fell over her shoulders, Nathan wouldn’t recognise
her.
“Don’t cry Eve it took a long time to get your eyes looking
so amazing, now you look like a leading lady. I can guarantee that it will be
your face on all the front pages this week, you look absolutely fantastic. I
feel quite emotional myself, Christopher will be so proud. Let’s go your public
are waiting” The woman in the mirror smiled and Eve for once agreed, she did
look beautiful; it was her time to shine now, no more hiding in the shadows.
She stepped into the corridor and into the rest of her life.
Chapter 8
As the limo pulled up to Leicester Square Eve was suddenly crippled
with nerves, there were crowds of fans shouting. She imagined most were here
for the two leading men, Nathan and Tom. Cameras were flashing and she could
sense the anticipation of the crowds as her limo pulled up. Sally grasped her
arm
“Nathan is right behind us, walk up to the first lot of
photographers and he will join you there. You look stunning, don’t fidget with
your dress, walk slowly and above all smile. This is your moment to be
discovered, after tonight everyone will know your name and you will be launched
into the media. Enjoy every minute you have so much potential don’t waste this
chance” After her wise words Eve felt her strength return and as the door
opened for her she carefully stepped out. Her dress parted and the
photographers had some great shots of her long legs and new shoes.
As she approached the first bank of cameras, she paused to
pose for photos as she had been instructed. Her eyes were dazzled by all the
flashes but amongst the faces shouting her name she saw a very familiar one
that almost stopped her heart. Rory was smiling at her from the back a smug
look on his face. Eve felt her smile weaken and almost crumpled when two arms
came up behind her and swept her onwards along the carpet. Nathan. They stopped
at each photo stop and posed together; reporters were shouting questions which
they ignored totally. After an hour of strutting their stuff they finally met
up with Christopher to find their seats. Nathan for the first time got to
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