Perfect

Chapter Eleven

-AVA-

   Saturdays always were hectic for me, even though it was supposed to be a relaxed day for society to enjoy; the end of a stressful week.

   This particular Saturday consisted of me literally carrying Emma as well as my handbag, her ballet bag and a piece of toast in my mouth as I ran down the driveway of our home, running hideously late for dropping Emma off at her ballet class.

   Throwing open the backseat of the car, I placed my daughter into her car seat and began to strap her in, all with the piece of toast still in my mouth. It caused Emma to giggle at my severely disorganised self that looked like a complete mess as I threw the car door shut and jumped into the driver's seat, pulling my seatbelt on.

   "Right Em," I twisted the key to turn my car on, the dashboard lighting up and the engine sounding. "Let's drop you off to ballet, and then Mummy has to run towards Aunt Jules' house before your Aunt goes insane."

   "Why is Aunty Jules so excited? She was crying in the living room when you were talking to Poppy's older brother."

   "Because Aunty Jules gets heavily emotionally attached to celebrities," I shake my head; a smirk on my face as Jules pops up in my head again. "And that's why we don't let her go to concerts, because she'd try to climb onto the stage and chase people on there."

   Emma giggles again as I reversed out of my driveway, finishing off the last bite of toast before making our way towards her class.

   By the luck that could only have been blessed to me by higher forces of the Universe, I managed to get Emma to her ballet class on time. Exactly on the minute, and managed to get to Jules' house before she freaked herself into a mess, out of happiness of course.

   "Tell me every single detail," She links arms with me, walking down an aisle of a newspaper shop. "And I mean every single detail girl, or I will never forgive you."

   "I've already told you everything," I tell her, reaching for a copy of Vogue on the shelf before me. "There's nothing else to say."

   "But... Seriously!?" She began to whine. "You meet one of the biggest celebrities ever, go on a date with him, and there's no other juicy details to spill except for that he's, and I quote, 'incredibly charming'? No!"

   "Okay, you need to calm down," I glance around to see if anyone saw her mini breakdown in the middle of the store. "And yes, there's nothing else."

   "So he was in that nightclub 'Five Nines', the fancy one you didn't want to go to for Gaby's engagement nonsense?"

   "As I recall also, the one you passed up on."

   "And I'm furious with myself!" She exclaims, huffing in disbelief whilst crossing her arms across her chest. "I knew I should have gone."

   "And now may I remind you, that when I told you to go with me and not leave me alone with the three witches of the west, you said, and I quote," I was using the entire situation to my advantage, for sure. "That you 'would rather be rejected by Liam Hemsworth in the middle of a crowded place where everyone would see, point and laugh at you, than go to Gaby's engagement celebration with her friends'."

   "You don't need to remind me what I said," She threw daggers at me. "I guess I deserve it for being a crap best friend a year ago, but if you want to blame anyone blame my stupid ex."

   "What happened between you and Simon?" I frown. "I liked him."

   "Oh stop."

   "I did!" I defend. "But... He did kind of give me the creeps when he kept over dramatically stretching in front of everyone."