Roses for Stella

Chapter 1-Morning Sun

Stella

As the sun began to shine through my window, beaming across my face, I rolled over groggily, not wanting to get up and start the work-filled day I have ahead of me. I work as an intern at one of the biggest companies in New York, Blue Jay Production Studios. My dream is to one day be starring in one of the movies we produce here, instead of filing away contracts and other paperwork. It's not my dream job, but it pays the bills so I can't complain.

After stretching across my bed for a few minutes, I finally get up and head into the bathroom to get ready. I brush my teeth, style my hair, and do my makeup. As I exit the bathroom to pick out my outfit from my closet I'm stopped by a warm smile and a cup of coffee. My best friend and roommate, Gia.

"Morning Stel!" She says with a smile.

"Good morning Gia." I reply, my tone still tired and lazy.

I accept the cup of coffee from her and head back to my room to get dressed. I will never understand how she can be so happy and energetic every morning, but that's just Gigi. We've been best friends since before we were born. Our moms went to high school together and got pregnant with us around the same time, so we basically grew up as sisters.

I head back to my room and open my closet door. After staring at my clothes for a few minutes, I decide on a pair of dark blue jeans and a purple blouse with little white flowers on it. I cover it up with a blue blazer to match my jeans. I put on a pair of black flats and pick up my purse and keys from a chair in the far corner of my bedroom, and walk out of my room towards the front door. Just before I leave Gia's voice perks up from the kitchen.

"Have a good day Stel! Love you!"

I wave goodbye to her. "Love you too G."

I get inside my car and start it. The stereo system automatically starts and Closing Time by Fun begins playing. I tap on the steering wheel rhythmically and hum the lyrics to myself as I make my way to work.

****Time Skip****

I push open the glass doors at the entrance of the big grey building where I work. The receptionist, Tara, waves hello at me.

"Morning Stella!"

"Good morning Tara, any calls for me?"

"Just one, from Mr. Roger Evans. He left a voicemail for you."

Ugh, Roger. He's one of the leading producers here, though he acts like he runs the place. Roger's a total snob who thinks he's better than everyone else. He's always got a huge attitude and yells in everyone's faces for the slightest mistakes. Total dick.

"Okay, thanks Tara."

I wave goodbye and push the button on the elevator for the 3rd floor where most of the intern offices are located. I check the time on my phone while I wait for the big steel doors to open on my floor. It's 7:32. Shit. If this thing took any longer to open up I was going to be late. Finally, the doors open and I step out onto the dark grey fabric floor. I'm greeted by a few  "Good morning"s from my coworkers. I make my way to my office where a pissed off Roger is waiting impatiently for me, tapping his foot on the floor and checking his watch. Great. Just what I needed.

"Good morning Roger." I say plainly.

"You're 3 minutes late Miss Wilson." He hisses out at me.

"Elevator was giving me issues. Is there something I can help you with?" I let out a sigh, resting my purse and blazer on my office chair.

"Yes actually, as you may have already heard, the boss is flying in from Cabo for his annual charity gala where he will announce his retirement and sign over the company to his son."

Great, another rich kid who thinks he owns the world. Just what I need.

"With all due respect Roger, what does that have to do with me?"

"The boss has personally asked for you to accompany his son to the gala as his date. Now to be fully honest, you wouldn't have been my first choice but," He raises his arms in a shrug. "Those are the boss's direct orders."

This is unbelievable. Why do I of all people have to attend some social gathering for all the big and mighty to boast and gossip about all the celebrity drama and who's the richest in the room.

Just my luck.

"Alright, guess I have to go dress shopping." I sigh.

"No need, boss has instructed for you to come by his home so his personal tailors can take your measurements and design you a dress to match the theme of the gala. Wouldn't want you clashing with the decor now would we? Seems like a little much if you ask me, I honestly don't know why he thinks you're so special."

I roll my eyes. "Don't be jealous Roger, I'm sure his son would much rather prefer you as his date."

He scoffs and walks away, leaving me in my office to process what I've just gotten myself into.

Why me?