ˢʷᵉᵉᵗ ʳᵉˡⁱᵉᶠ, ᶜᵃˡˡᵘᵐ ᵗᵘʳⁿᵉʳ

01

01 - will it last forever?

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KACEY & JACOB'S HOME
hollywood hills, california
sunday
february 4, 2024
3pm

"jacob! are you getting ready?" i called out from the living room. i was seated at a barstool chair as my hairstylist, makeup artist and fashion stylist all collectively worked on me. today was grammy day, meaning everyone was working overtime on my look. as i waited for jacob to respond i was met with silence. i sighed and looked at my hairstylist, chris. "can someone check and see what the hell he's doing?"

chris nodded and quickly hurried over the hall. within minutes, he stumbled back looking defeated. "he's still in bed...sleeping," he mumbled.

"sleeping?" i asked in a surprised state. i rolled my eyes and huffed in annoyance before jumping off the stool and making my way up to jacob and i's shared bedroom. i barged in and turned on the light, just to find jacob with a pillow over his face. snores filled the room as i snapped at him. "wake up."

the bright light woke jacob as he grumbled lowly and slowly lifted the pillow off of his face, taking a few seconds to adjust to the light. he groaned and sat up.
"what is it kacey?" he mumbled.

"you have to get up and get ready." i said as i sat next to him on the edge of the bed. "we have to leave in an hour."

jacob rubbed the sleep from his eyes and nodded tiredly. "yeah, yeah, i'm up..." he muttered, reluctantly pulling off the covers and getting out of bed. he staggered towards the connected bathroom, letting out a yawn.

i sighed before walking back into the living room and allowing them to work on me once more.

twenty minutes had passed and jacob re-emerged from the bathroom, his hair damp since he had just taken a shower. he approached me, rubbing my shoulders and giving me a small peck on the cheek. "you look beautiful," he whispered. my fashion stylist and makeup artist shared a subtle glance at each other before quickly looking away.

i couldn't help but smile at his words, my heart fluttering within my chest. "thank you," i said softly, reaching up to grab his arm gently. jacob was always good at making my day better after something like this. i turned to my stylists. "how much longer?" i asked them.

my hair and fashion stylist both hummed in thought before my makeup artist, mario, spoke up. "about thirty minutes. i just need to finish up your makeup and then you have to get changed into your dress."

i nodded and leaned into jacob's touch, feeling his thumb rub against my skin. he smiled warmly and planted a gentle kiss on my hairline. "take your time, there's no rush," he reassured me. i closed my eyes and enjoyed the momentary peace with jacob before the chaos of the awards ceremony kicked in.

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CRYPTO ARENA
downtown los angeles, california
5pm

now on the red carpet, jacob and i stood side by side, our arms interlocked and hands laced together, and grinned widely at the camera flashes. photographers called our name repeatedly, attempting to get the perfect shot to use for an article or tabloid. jacob gave me a kiss on the cheek before moving for me to take few solo photos.

we finally made our way inside and walked to our table. there were three to a seat, and we had assigned seats. jacob pulled the chair out for me as i took a seat. "what's that name say next to you?" i asked him softly.

jacob picked up the small rectangular card and glanced down at it. he read the name aloud. "lana del rey," he said with a smile. i recognized the name, as one of your favorite singers.