The Make-Up Artist: Part 2

Chapter Forty Six: The Golden Globes

Two months later...

You study your reflection in the full length mirror for a good five minutes. Admittedly you are feeling a bit underprepared for this evening. It's not every day you have the opportunity to attend a fancy awards show. In fact, you've never had the opportunity until now. But when Taron had found out he'd been nominated for a Golden Globe for Best Performance by an Actor for Rocketman, he had immediately insisted you attend with him. Your initial reaction had been excitement and pride for him, followed closely by anxiety at attending such a prestigious event. Old habits die hard, but you knew you would be able to get over whatever silly little predispositions you had at going, and would be honored to support the love of your life by being at his side for the evening.

You've happily been by his side for the past two months, which included a world-wind of interviews, talk shows, press junkets and promotional events, flying back and forth between London and the States, working as his make-up artist/groomer AND girlfriend. And you've honestly never been happier. Of course you still intend to return to work in a few weeks once filming on the show resumes, but in the meantime, you've been happily working alongside Taron and supporting him all the way.  In December, you spent a week with Taron and his family in Aberystwyth enjoying some much needed downtime and celebrating the holidays. You were a bit nervous to meet his family at first, but within the first hour you had seen how loving and welcoming they were. And after getting to know his lovely "mam" after just the first day, it wasn't hard to see where he got his charm and good looks. You and Taron had hung the little Hollywood sign ornament on the family tree together, and by New Years you felt as though you were one of them.

Now as you gaze at yourself in the glamorous black silk evening gown, you hardly recognize the confident and admittedly attractive woman you see staring back at you. The past few months have been so amazing that it's done wonders for your mental state, and it seems to be showing in your physical appearance as well. You and Taron have been staying in the Beverly Hilton hotel for the past few days leading up to the awards, treating it as a bit of a staycation as a reward after the last few grueling yet exciting weeks. It's also convenient as this is where the awards are to be held. The ceremony is not for a couple more hours, but you and Taron will need to arrive at the red carpet soon. The old you probably would've been anxious about that too, well let's face it, you're still a bit anxious about it. But with Taron by your side you know you have nothing to worry about. He's been so wonderful the last few months, making sure you are always comfortable and taken care of in every situation. Besides, you will happily be waiting on the sidelines as he has his picture taken, so no worries there. 

You are also very much aware that you will be seated at a table with none other than Elton John and his adoring husband David Furnish, but seeing as how this isn't the first time you've shared a table with them, you think you'll be just fine. What even is this life?

You adjust the orange stone at your collarbone and turn your head from side to side to admire the little star earrings Taron gave you. You feel a sense of pride, wearing the jewelry he's given you over the past year, and you're happy and excited for an occasion like this to finally wear them again. Your hotel room consists of a two bedroom suite, even though you've obviously been sharing the same bedroom for sleeping, among other things. But you are set up in the second bedroom to get yourself ready, while Taron gets ready in the other room. You've applied your make-up, going a little more dramatic for the event, and you've swept your hair up into an elegant updo. The gown you chose while shopping in London with Taron is simple yet elegant, with a floor length full skirt and a sweetheart neckline with two simple straps going over your shoulders. The neckline is a little lower than you might normally choose and the slit that goes up your left leg might be a tad risqué, but you knew when you saw you it you had to wear it for this occasion. As you swish the skirt from side to side admiring how it drapes your body, you can't help feeling like a princess. Finally satisfied with your appearance, you take one last look then step away from the mirror in search for Taron. You find him in the adjacent bedroom standing in front of his own mirror, looking sexy as ever wearing tailored black tux pants and a crisp white shirt. His bowtie lays untied on the bed and his jacket is still on its hanger near the closet. When he sees your reflection in the mirror, he stops adjusting his cuffs and turns on his heel to face you. His eyes sweep slowly up and down your body twice before finally landing on your eyes.