Collette Bright (preferably known as Cole) is a trained sports therapist but hasn't enjoyed her job at all, so...she quit. But on a frantic hunt for a new job, she comes across an opening for Tom Holland's new assistant. She applies and gets it. Now...
It was the day that we were going to the Michael Bublé concert and I was on cloud nine from the moment I woke up. Tom however, was acting strange. He was fidgety and was giving Oona, Will and I short and quick answers. After breakfast Oona and Will left to see his parents which left us alone.
"Tom, are you okay?" I asked him as he sat at the kitchen island while I washed the dishes.
"Yeah. Why?" He swallowed.
"You're acting funny." I smiled, not wanting it to sound judgemental.
"I'm okay. I just want tonight to be perfect." He clenched his jaw.
"It will be. I promise." I grinned at him.
He gave me a weak smile then went back to looking at his phone.
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Tom decided that we should get changed in different rooms so that we could surprise each other which I thought was pretty cute. I was in the bathroom because of the lighting and Tom was in the bedroom.
I struggled with my hair but after taking a few deep breaths and a small breakdown, my muscle memory kicked in from when Oona taught me how to do the up-do. I finished my hair and did my makeup as well as I could. I mean, I was going to be meeting Michael freaking Bublé so I had to look nice. I did my normal face makeup and then a dark smoky eye with a pale pink lipliner and lip gloss. I spritzed my face with setting spray and turned to look at my dress on the back of the door. It was so gorgeous. I carefully took it off the hanger and unzipped the back. I stood into it and shimmied it up. It was so form fitting I had to squeeze my way into it. I fought with the zipper but I eventually managed to zip it all the way up to the back of my neck. I excitedly placed my feet in my new shoes and I put the bracelet on. I put some silver dangly earrings in and I was ready to go.
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I put my lipstick, phone, purse and perfume into my clutch and opened the bathroom door, switching off the light. Tom wasn't in the living room. Surely he'd be ready before me.
"Tom? You ready?" I asked into the flat.
"Shit." He cursed under his breath in the room.
"Yup! Just coming!" He called out, his voice an octave higher.
I smiled and tilted my head. Why is he acting so weird?
Finally the door opened and he walked out, fixing the collar on his jacket. He stopped in his stride when he finally looked up.
"Holy shit. Cole...darling you look gorgeous." Tom complimented in awe, his eyes scanning over my body.
"Thank you. It's your amazing taste that made me look this good." I giggled, walking over to him.
"No you're...you're doing that by yourself. I can't even...wow." He stuttered, not taking his eyes off of my body.
