High Life

Chapter 9: TMZ's Got You Covered

Chapter 9

I flopped onto the humongous white sofa in the living room of my Loft. I let out a groan, sat up, and massaged my feet. Four inch vanilla Upper Platform Stiletto heels aren't exactly comfortable. I glanced over in the kitchen. Mira was baking cookies, while Alex sat on a barstool munching each of them, tasting it with a thumbs up or thumbs down. Mira sighed every time Alex gave a thumbs down, tossing the cookie into the trash.
I whistled loudly and Sirius came over, cuddling into my lap. I smiled, stroking his furry ears gently, making his tail wag back and forth. My hand automatically reached for the remote, and I turned on the TV. I flipped to CNN, and let out a collective gasp. My fingers sprung to the down arrow, going back a channel; it was TMZ. Instantly, my face was blown up everywhere on the 120" screen. Um.
"Roselyn Blissica, one of America's most beloved actresses, was caught here early morning at Nespresso trying to get a cup of coffee like any other normal person. But what Blissica seems to be forgetting is that she's a huge superstar, whose features are easily recognizable; no matter what she wears. Blissica showed up here today with no bodyguards, and as a result, she almost got seriously injured during a fan mob. Media crews and individual paparazzi are still refusing to say who tipped them off about Blissica's whereabouts, no matter how severe the legal threats piling up are.
'Whoever did tip them off must have had a lot of money to bribe the stations', says one of Blissica's specialized agents who's on the case, right now."
I was about to turn it off when the next line the anchorwoman said made me stare at the screen in disbelief.
"Blissica was also spotted with a mysterious someone, who helped her to get out and disappear from the mob area when the police line fell and she was no longer safe. Who is this mysterious superman Blissica escaped with, and why did she trust him? Is there more to him then the public knows right now? Paparazzi will be picking up this trail soon, so-"
The screen went black and the color zipped out, leaving the TV to buzz for a second. I turned around in my seat. It was Dylan.
"Don't watch that nonsense, Rose. It'll go down after a while, Larissa's working on that." I looked quizzically at him. He rubbed the back of his neck, smiling.
"I asked her after the photoshoot about it, and she said most of the agents are working on it already.She's gonna make sure it all gets covered up. I was just worried about you."
Aw. That was sweet of him. Big brotherly sweet, of course. I nodded. "Thanks Dyl. That was really thoughtful of you."
He beamed. "So, about Sunday, is-" he began, but my cellphone cut him off.
"Hold that thought," I said, as I dug through my Louis Vuitton bag. Finally I found my cell and checked the caller ID, expecting it to be Larissa. But the number showed up as unidentifiable.
"Huh. Dyl, one sec. I need to see who this is." He looked a little disappointed, as if he really needed to tell me something.
"Okay," he mumbled.
I pressed answer and almost had a heart attack. It was Elizabeth.