The Hollywood Pact

One

"In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I love and admire you."

Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen

DAISY

The late nights teas at Lady Harrisone's house were excruciating. However Kelcie Everly felt like she's the only one to think that.

Truth be told, the daughter of the viscount of Essex felt like she was the only one to think differently about a number of things in English society.

As example: the Duke of Lancashire, a rake. Infamous for tearing young ladies's innocences like a cat tearing a thread roll. She didn't share the same thought as the other pompous guests of Lady Harrison about him. No, Kelcie didn't believe the Duke killed that young peasant.

All of them were fools for believing the rumors, because it was that ordinary little bitch Lady Everlye that killed the woman. And I was about to fictional muderer her if she did not collaborate with the progress of my story.

I felt an ice touch in my left cheek and suddenly I was back in my small apartment in the city of deprivation instead of the luxurious house of Lady Harrisone drinking tea with the high society.

"Just checking" Cliff raised his hands in defense "if you're not catatonic or else"

"Nah" I chewed my mouth. "I'm more alive than I wished to be". I said, fixing the glasses on my face.

Even with the glasses, the name of Kelcie Everlye was dancing on my monitor. I blinked and started to cry. That couldn't be a good sign. How long was I awake?

"What time is it?"

"Four and half," Cliff said, opening the freezer and grabbing a pot of salad that has been there since my parents came to visit two weeks ago. "In the morning"

"Argh"

I would love it if Cliff told me it was still midday. Because, in the way, I would have the whole afternoon to organize my script and a full night's sleep before going to work the next morning.

But I suppose life is never sugar coated like that.

"I've only three hours to rest before going to the set" I took my glasses off and rubbed my eyes.

"You weren't in bed this night" he commented, putting the pot again in the freezer. I didn't have the strength to ask him to throw that garbage away. "I realized because I was waiting for you... very excited..." He stared at me. "To be with you!" Cliff corrected himself at my stare.

"Clearly".

"I mean, I'm also worried about your late night habits. You at least showed? Because we can fix this up real quickly" Cliff prop himself against the freezer with a smirk on his face. That smile always made me feel like a teenager flirting with the hottest boy in town for the first time.

It's impossible not to be charmed by that blonde hair and perfect jaw so sharp that could cut someone.

God knew I was no exception.

Cliff used to be the popular kid at our school back at that time. Girls (and boys) would kill to receive a smile like that one in front of me, especially if Cliff was behind his guitar humming some line from Can't Help Falling in Love.

Eight years later and not much changed. He was still the popular guy, or better yet, he was a singer in ascension. Soon enough, he would be popular in the whole United States, but the difference is that he's all mine.