Breaking The Ice

The Pumpkin Came Tumbling After

(A/N) Please forgive me for any spelling or grammatical errors, I didn't proof read. Oh and check out the video on the side, Roar!

Chapter 5

'So um...should I pretend to be Rebecca Bailey Grose? The daughter of someone famous and wealthy whose surname is Grose! How's that?' I asked. If Mr Haynes had big expectation on Daniel's girlfriends, I had to fake my identity.

'That name is gross,' Daniel muttered as the limousine pulled up in front of a huge white mansion, four storeys high. Yep, we were in Los Angeles. 'No. You will just be you, Rebecca Fischer, daughter of Henry Fischer. Or is that to much for your tiny brain?' He tapped the driver on the shoulder and whispered something in his ear. He then slipped on his tuxedo jacket and fixed his bowtie before getting out of the car.

'Daniel!' I cried. I wasn't stupid! I had to resist the urge to take off the stilettos and bash his face with the sharp five-inch heels. But I won't go there, it'd be too gruesome.

I scrunched up my nose when I realised that the back of my dress was wet from my hair. Ew ew ew, I hated the feeling of something getting plastered to my body - I looked like a mess. Be thankful you're not a pumpkin, a small voice in the back of my head said.

Just then, the car door beside me opened and Daniel extended out a hand. Ah, now being all courteous, why was that Haynes? As I placed my hand in his large one, millions of tingles shot up my fingertips and a warm feeling washed over me. Once I got out of the car, I was immediately blinded by the flashes from cameras.

Dang, paparazzi.

I froze, unsure of what to do. This was a whole new experience, having people snap photos of me and throwing questions ruthlessly. I felt an arm wrapping around my shoulders protectively, it made me feel safe. 'Don't worry,' Daniel whispered, pulling me towards him. 'Just follow me, and don't answer any questions.' He led me through the swarm of people and I tried to my best to keep up with his long strides. It wasn't easy walking in five-inch heels, I actually stumbled quite a few times and I would have hit the ground if it weren't for Daniel's support.

I was taken aback when a microphone got shoved right before my face. A blonde-haired lady with spectacles asked in a hyped voice, 'What's your name, Miss? Are you Daniel Haynes new girlfriend? How long have you two been dating?'

Just before I could answer though, I felt myself being pushed along. Still I could here all sorts of questions being asked, and I was worried that the paparazzi might start up rumours.

'Are you just dating Daniel Haynes for the money?' I heard someone ask and I nearly snapped around to contradict the guy but Daniel and I had already made it through the mansion doors.

As soon as the doors closed behind us, Daniel let go of me and walked a distance ahead of me. I frowned. That was all a show for the paparazzi, nothing more. Was I hoping it was real? I mentally slapped myself, we were fake dating and this was the Ice Prince.

My jaw dropped when I finally took in my surrounding. I was standing in the middle of the foyer where a huge crystal chandelier hung from the intricately painted ceiling; the floor was made out of polished marble slabs; a spiral staircase with the golden banister led to a second floor; the original French art paintings by the walls added to the expensive classy elegant feel of the house.

'Wow,' I gaped and my voice echoed through the mansion. Realising I was left behind, I struggled to Daniel's side, my knees wobbling uncontrollably. 'Haynes, can I hold your hand? It's really hard to walk in these heels, and you made me wear them.' I reached out to touch his arm but he looked at me coldly and shrugged me off. 'Jerk.' I mouthed, doddering like a buffoon behind him. I was already getting quite a few stares from the guests, especially the female ones. It made me uneasy, I never had much attention before, and I certainly wasn't enjoying it.