For The Picture

Evelyn

"The only thing bigger than this guy's ego is his forehead" I hear Tara scoff as I try on my gown. "Have you seen the edits of his new movie? He ain't even that fine bro." I say as I turn around to face Tara. "Who?" Alaya asks as she scoots closer to Tara. "Ooh, Aaron Ambrose?" She smiles brightly. We all know that Alaya has a thing for him. I mean, who wouldn't after his new movie?  "Anyways, how do I look?" I spin around to show her the backless flowy design of the wine-red gown that perfectly hugs my waist. 
"Is it just me or is it suddenly hot in here?" Tara fawns her hands making me burst into laughter. This dress was custom-made for The Zenith Peak Awards show. "Alaya, could you please bring the Eternia diamond necklace?" I politely ask Alaya— my fashion designer and Hollywood gossip source. "Did you see what Urban Pulse posted?" Tara squeaks. "Evelyn Sinclair Crowned 'Queen of Hearts and Hollywood' After Mi Amor Becomes a Box Office Sensation" I hear Tara say as I try on the diamond jewelry, beautifully wrapped around my neck. "Too big of a statement for me, don't you think? Because they wrote something similar to this after You&Me was released. 'Hera Julliet- The ruler of people's minds after her blockbuster You&Me.'" I quote. We all crack up with laughter. "Okay, so. I need to get my hair done. I need to be at the awards show in like an hour and a half." I say as I cup Willow— my Persian black cat in my arms. "I'll see you both at the show, yeah?" They both nod in response.

"Oh, Aaron is going to be sweating his BALLS off when he sees your name all over the internet. You look FABULOUS, babe." Tara blows a kiss to me which makes me smile. She is my LITERAL Day one and has been with me ever since I started my acting journey. "Can we talk about YOU? I swear navy blue is your color." I wrap my arms around her. Tara may not be an actress, but she's no less beautiful than any runway model with her light brown eyes and Persian genes. I turn around to see Alaya reaching the car. She hands me over a beautiful, limited edition Kelly bag. "Thank you so much, I don't know what I'd do without you to be honest." I hold her hands. She returns a warm smile and squeezes my hands. "Goodluck, Eve." She waves at me as I enter the car and sounds of cameras shuttering group my car. 

I hear people shouting my name for pictures as I walk down the red carpet with Tara. "Tara! Evelyn!" I hear a familiar sound. "Hi, Lisa! Hi, Vouge!" we both greet the interviewer and the camera. "How does it feel being the hottest duo on the carpet?" Lisa teases which makes both me and Tara smile big. "You'd know that being with Louis." Tara says, making lisa blush on the mention of her fiancé. "Tell me about your outfits." She moves the mics towards me. "Well, I am wearing a custom-made Valenova dress by Marianne Beaumont. The necklace by Eternia Diamonds and this bag by Kelly! Put together by my favorite Alaya Ashford." I smile softly. "Alaya never fails to make you glow like a gem." Lisa claps. "What about you, Tara?" She moves the mic towards Tara. "Well, I am wearing a custom-made Étoile Couture corset with another Étoile Couture gown. My jewellery is from CrystalÉlan and bag and heels from Dior!" Tara squeaks. "This dress looks like it's made to be wore by you!" Lisa blows a kiss. "Thankyou, Vogue!" We both wave to the camera and walk inside the bug auditorium. 

"The Silver Moon Award for Best Actress of the year goes too..." I look at the big screen to see flashes of me, Hera Julliet, Valentine Rothschild, Niamh Rose. "The Queen of Hearts— Evelyn Sinclair!" I hear burst of claps as my name and my movie scenes shine on the screen. I walk with a big stupid grin on my face to the stage to accept the award and give a speech. "Thank you, Silver Moon and Zenith Peak Awards for this beautiful baby. A huge thank you to all my fans for helping me win this. Thank you to my soulmate, Tara Morrison and my biggest supporter, My mum." I blow kisses to the camera and walk down the stairs. 

"The Crowned Voice Award of the best songwriter, composer and singer goes too..." I hear the voice faint as I murmer Tara's name to her. "Tara Morrison!" I gasp loudly as I hear her name and stand up to give the biggest hug to her. I watch her walk to the stage with poise, feeling like a proud mother of her daughter (though it's the other way around) and accept her award with a big grin on her face and sharing her short yet deep thankyou to her fans. 

"I can't believe Aaron won over the magnificent, alluring Augustus Xavier." Tara murmurs in my ear on the ride back home. "My feet hurt from these Saint Laurent heels." I groan with pain. "Well, you know what they say. Beauty is pain." Tara's comment makes me giggle. I feel the vibration of my phone in my purse. I check to see a message by my manager as my eyes widen on reading the title of the clip he shared me. 

Oh, there's no. fucking. way.