𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠: Gracie Joyce has always dreamed of being a actress when she grows up. She knew that it would be almost impossible they way her life was going at the moment. When an opportunity for a new movie production find...
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*2 months later*
Cameras flash in my face once again as I am pushed onto the red carpet, this time for my first Oscars Award show.
I was wearing a silky tight black dress this time with my hair up on a curly bun. Cast mates were beside me, yet there was no sign of Easton.
It had been two months since that night, and we haven't seen each other since. There were times I texted him with a simple star emoji, yet I doubted that he kept my number.
I pose for pictures and try to get him to leave my mind. I find our cast table and see Easton's spot empty, my heart sinks. Of course he wasn't going to show, he was still trying to process my words.
Our film has been nominated for three categories, best new movie, original screenplay, and cinematography. I myself was nominated for best new actress.
I take my seat where my name holder is, right next to Easton's. I smile at anyone who sees me, but not in the mood for conversation, I turn to a castmate to make it seem like I'm busy.
I was so grateful that Daisy had been invited to all these events, she took her place next to me and held my hand. "Are you doing okay?" I give her a simple nod and squeeze her hand.
"Easton! We didn't think you would show!" Tanners loud voice booms and makes us all turn back to see Tanner and Easton in the middle of shaking hands.
"Sorry, I was caught up and lost track of time." It seemed like every time we went months apart from each other, he got even more beautiful than the last time we saw each other. His hair is slicked back and he wears a nice and expensive suit that matches a lot of the guys here.
I focus my attention on the front even though the host hasn't come on stage yet. I feel the chair beside me being pulled out, a body sits next to me, and scoots to the table. My breath hitches and just like that- I'm a puddle.
"Mr. Wells, can I offer you some champagne?" One of the waiters comes by our table with a platter of glass flutes with a bubbly drink.
"Thank you." He says to the man before grabbing two, placing one in front of me. I watch his side profile as he takes a sip of the drink, his lips wrap around the glass in a slow motion matter.
I shake my head and turn to the front again before I feel a light breeze near my ear. "You look stunning." Is all he says to me before the lights dim and we are all clapping for the host up front.
A few categories pass before we get to the ones our movie was nominated for. We lost the original screenplay to the newest action movie of last year, and cinematography to another romantic heartfelt movie.
"This is one of my favorite categories." The host smiles wide. "Here are the nominees for best new movie!"
Our film with a couple others that came out a couple months ago are shown on the screen before us. I cross my fingers tight and hold Daisy's hand in a tight squeeze.
