And Scene [H.S]

scene one

AVIE STYLES

"I hope you know I'm going to make an absolute mess of that lipstick later" Harry's voice travels through the room and I catch sight of him through the illuminated mirror, leaning against the door frame like he was right out of some kind of rom com. Ironic that. Scout was stuck to his hip with a plastic dinosaur in his hands, completely oblivious to the dirty words his father spoke.

"I thought we had a rule about when I wear red lipstick" I remind him of an agreement we had come up with a few weeks ago after red lipstick had been stained upon his collar when we had both taken it perhaps a little too far with the alcoholic beverages and one thing led to another and the result was a brand new Gucci shirt taking the impact. We had decided from then on that every time I wore red lipstick, we had to keep drinks to a minimum and take all clothes off before another expensive article was to take the downfall.

"I thought you told me you weren't going to wear red lipstick anymore" Harry raises a brow at me, knowing that I had once told him that red lipstick was a thing of the past and often ruined so many outfits, as well as staining wine glasses and my teeth. Red lipstick always seems like a good idea but never quite goes as planned.

"A red dress means red lipstick, go cry about it" I wave him off which earns a chuckle from Josie, my makeup artist of nearly four years now. I don't think I'd allow anybody else to even touch my face aside from Josie. She knew how to turn my dark circles into some kind of flawless filter, perfect for any red carpet and I swore I owe her my whole entire life from flipping my face from a tired mess to red carpet ready.

"Scout, tell mummy she doesn't need red lipstick" Harry turns to our son to try and settle this debate, although all Scout plans on doing is drooling over the dinosaur in his hands, really throwing a spanner in Harry's argument.

"Scoutie baby, tell daddy to stop being such a-" I go to speak but Harry is stopping me when he hangs his jaw open wide as if he wasn't just saying dirty things in front of the baby.

"Little ears!" He reminds me as if I had forgotten, though if Scout was going to learn any swear words, they'd all be from his dad who was still finding it difficult to reign his language in, eighteen months after Scout had made his appearance into this world.

I wait just one moment more for Josie to finish with the lipstick and to fluff my hair up one last time before she gives me the all clear to stand and take my boys into my arms. The feeling of having my family in my arms would forever be unmatched. I honestly had to pinch myself each day when I woke up to my husband cuddled up next to me and our son often squeezed between the two of us.

It was that perfect cookie cutter life that so many people dreamt about.

People wrote about us in the papers, in magazines and articles. We were photographed all around the world, on red carpets, at events or simply just out on a coffee run. We were seen from all angles and everyone always gloated about how we were this picture perfect family, although it was the truth. The media didn't necessarily lie about that.