A Movie Of Our Own

2

Charlotte

"I'm so sorry Miss." I say handing her the napkins.
I'm quick to hand her napkins as my adrenaline starts to pump even more.

What were the chances that I would run into her right here, right now?

I just have the worst luck.

As she snatches the napkins from my hands, she gives me this glare as she dabs the napkin on her shirt, attempting to dry up the stain on her shirt.

I will say though, that she is truly more beautiful in person. Her nose is perfect, her hair, makeup, everything. Even her body.

I look her up and down taking in her features.

She is so beautiful, wow even I'm jealous. To bad for her strong attitude though, if only she treated people with some respect.

"Done judging me?" She asks as she throws away the dirty napkins in a nearby trash can.

My lips make a thin line.

"Oh no, I wasn't, I'm sorry if it looked like that." I say as my eyes trail down to the floor.

How embarrassing.

Shes going to be directing the movie I had just accepted today and I've already made her mad in some type of way.

From what I've heard about her is that she has high expectations.

She always gets her work done, perfectly and efficiently. She holds this strong presence when you're around her though. Almost intimidating.

One of my co-stars earlier this year had told me she ran out of one of her sets crying because of how brutal she was towards her. Apparently she couldn't remember one of her lines and that's what pissed her off. I mean everyone forgets lines but I guess she wasn't feeling it that day.

I can only imagine how she would treat me after this incident. After all she now had the power of the movie and me in her hands.

I mean, she got mad over a spilled drink. I can only imagine how mad she would get if I did something actually accidental on set.

"What a nice way to introduce yourself Ms Evans."
She says as she brushes off her shirt.

"Nice to meet you too, it's an honor if anything. Sorry about the spill there I didn't mean too." I say quickly.

"I was joking." She says in an annoyed tone.

"Spilling a drink on me as your first impression? I would do better if I were you."

"I'll see you in a few weeks, I hope we don't meet like this on set either, I expected more from you." She says shaking her head while walking away.

You could definitely sense the disappointment on her face.

Not only did this make me nervous about our first shooting day now, I was even more nervous about how she would go about putting me in scenes.

I quickly rush to the bathroom, still cautious of the two drunk men that were following me around earlier.

I quickly clean up my shirt before officially leaving the bar and heading home.

Most celebrities in my rank lived in Beverly Hills with their fancy mansions and multiple houses.

Even though I had plenty of money to move there and make a comfortable life there I didn't. I didn't live in a 'normal' neighborhood but it wasn't too fancy either. It was isolated enough so I would have my privacy and feel normal.

I live in a two story red brick home. 4 bedrooms and 5 bathrooms. With my black cat rue.

And believe me when I say I spoil her to the core. Although I have no desire to have children, rue was one of my own.