The alarm clock that sat solitary on Her bedside table read 7:30. It was now the morning of the event. Feeling sick to her stomach isla got ready to head to the event. Her and jeff decided to get there early- and get ready in the dressing room.
'you'll feel less nerves if your at the place earlier' Jeff had told her.
Getting into some normal clothes Isla headed out front to jump in Jeff's car.
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As Isla swung open the passenger side door, she was surprised to meet the cold eyes of Jeff's wife, Angelika. they used to get along. Angelika was almost like her step mother, But ever since Isla moved into her hotel their relationship had turned sour.
"sorry.." Isla said halve heartedly closing the door and jumping in the back. "how are you Isla?" Angelika said peering through the rear view mirror to meet Islas eyes. "i'm okay, how are you?"
"Alright.. tired is all" Angelika said yawning. It was 8am to be fair- But Isla could tell this was a way of her saying 'i don't want to be here'
After rehearsing her lines in the car, They made it to the venue. It was a large Italian style building, the entrance already decorated for the later arrivals. Her and jeff entered, walking along the red carpet.
A tall thin woman met the two at the beginning of the venue, leading them to the side of the building, down a corridor and into what must have been islas dressing room. "Will you be having a makeup team join you later?" the woman asked, her accent was strong, and she talked very elegantly.
