Sweet [H.S]

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The next few hours involved talking to prestige men and women, most in crisp button down shirts and sleek black mini dresses hugging there bodies tightly.

Mostly everyone at these events are years older than me, when I first got scouted in the industry I would literally sob on the phone to Ophelia about how I'd get to wear a new dress or suit and Cassie would do my hair and makeup. Now it's exhausting, every conversation was the same, "How long have you been in the industry", "? Have you got any jobs recently?", "We'd love to book you soon!!". And every answer remained of "I'd love to! I'll be sure to confirm with my agency!".

Your probably expecting me to say I hate all of it, the intense fans, the extreme diets and Precautions, the every aspect of my life being controlled. But that's not the case, I do hate having to ruin myself for this job, but every supporter I have is worth my time.  In the end it's worth it right?

The clinking of champagne glasses takes me out of my thought, the entire room is covered in white silk satin, dripping with prize. The tables which we dined on only half an hour ago are littered with gems and bouquets of flowers for every guest on the backs of their chairs.

Hey, perks of the job aren't bad, don't even get me started on the free clothes. That reminds me, I'm wearing a rustic blue statin dress that reaches my ankles. A slit coming up the side reaching my thighs. My lips red, a statement contrasting the blue and my hair curled down the front. I look like a million bucks if I say so myself.

I reach behind me whilst looking ahead at the sea of wealth and privilege, I won't undermine my newfound privilege but growing up I had a stable childhood but I would never say we were a wealthy family. I've had to work my way to wear I am today, mostly why I'm so determined to keep in the good books of management.

I pick up anything in my reach, which happens to be a piece of fancy bread and tomato salsa, bruschetta. Luckily for me it's one of my favourite snacks, Phi got me to try them when we were in Milan for fashion week and eugh. Mwa. There fucking gorgeous. Although I don't actually like tomatoes normally?

A smile creeps its way onto my cheeks as I remember our time in Milan, I wish she was here right now, she should be on her way. The smile is wiped off my face nearly as soon as it was there realising how stupid I must look smiling at fucking bread.

That's why I'm lingering around the food table, waiting for Phi to appear. The event started at nine but there was no plus ones allowed so I had a fake ID card made for her to sneak in after the meals were served. She should call any minute so I can help her get inside.

I purse my lips, questioning whether to have another few. Obviously deciding on yes, I pick up a few more before shovelling them down with a bored look still prominent on my face.

I don't know why events have to be such a bore, if it were event, I'd definitely host a party. Me and Phi are both at home at the moment in New York, so let's just say we're enjoying ourselves in soho every once in a while... Ahh, I can picture it now, a hundred bodies, drinks in our hands, laughing at each other drunken steps. Last time we was out Phi's heel got stuck in the toi-

"Save me one eh?" A accented raspy, deep voice interrupts my thoughts. I turn my head as I'm half way through a piece , startled to see a head of dark curls stare back at me with a charming smirk, perching against the table an arms length away from me. I place my hand on my heart to calm my jitteriness, a chuckle erupts from the back of my throat,

"Why's a sweet thing like you standing over here alone?" I feel my cheeks blush from the compliment, he runs his hand through his hair as I try avert my gaze from his intimidating stare. It failing when he catches my eye again by following my gaze with his body, moving back and forth to catch my attention.