My Dear Camilla (A Romantic FanFiction)

Chapter 9 - The Camilla Operation - Final

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapter might be the craziest and most insane chapter of the novel so far. After this one I will take a break and then I will upload the next chapter in a week. I hope you guys enjoy the series so far, it was all possible thanks to you.

Chapter 9

"Christina Padley, that's who they identified her as."

I reached over and grabbed Tara by the wrist as I exhaled with a deep exasperation. My fingers clung to her wrist for dear life as she looked over to express her form of relief. Tara could feel my fingers vibrating with a nervous tension as I close my eyes and wish for them to remain closed for the entirety of the trip.

"Are you sure Leanne?" Tara asked once more for total clarification.

"Positive, I saw the article just moments before I entered the car." Leanne's words loosened my grip on Tara's wrist. Tara fell back on the seat. Despite the fact that my security is now insured, a innocent girl is now going to be the object of blame for the actions she's never committed. Deep down, below the layers of relief and gratitude for this false speculation, I felt guilt for this undeserving victim; absorbing the consequences of a photo she was never apart of.

My tried to keep my eyes shut for the rest of the trip. The only time I ever want my eyes to be open again is when this trip is over – completely over. I don't want to open my eyes for the movie premiere, I don't want to open my eyes for Tara, I don't want to open my eyes even for Chris; I only wanted to open my eyes when everything is back to the way it was. I miss the small moments of serenity and peace I had on my entrance into Los Angeles. The late night movie marathon, the view of this endless kingdom, the fresh start I had upon arrival, I miss all of these things. I didn't want to be here, I wanted to be in the comforts of my bed and snuggle with my dreams.

Everything that's happened so far today was to prepare me for the final outcome. This trip to Universal Studios is the final installment before the conclusion to this unfortunate saga. I wasn't ready for the season finale and I didn't want to see the last episode. I just wanted to grab the remote and shut off the TV.

Off. Off. Off. The TV wasn't turning off. I guess I didn't have the remote. I guess the remote is probably in the cushion of a couch; out of my reach. I guess I'll probably have to watch this episode to the end. I guess I'll have to open my eyes after all.

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After we arrived, we were accosted stood by a storm of reporters. To avoid the flash of the cameras and suspicion about our alter identities, we stood within Tristen's proximity. Leanne left to go find Chris after her red carpet walk and interviews with the journalists and the paparazzi.

About half way through the red carpet walk, the blinking artificial stars that continuously died and revived themselves heightened in intensity. The screaming lights became intolerable. Fans shouting at Tristen and the other cast members who arrive within the same time frame didn't seem to be annoyed by it, instead they were tolerant. After being in the business for this long, this magnified attention doesn't seem to move them as much anymore. The majority forcefully beget a plastic smile across their lips and shook the hands of the fans who appeared, but the minority actually displayed honest acts of generosity.

As I strawed away from Tristen, eyes began to scrutinize my displacement among the carpet.

"Who is she?"

"Is she a cast member?"

"Is she someone's date?"

So many eyes were on me that I remembered that I wasn't just in my tank top and jean shorts anymore, I was submerged in the luxuriousness of Hollywood. I could understand how ordinary people could be spoiled by fame and fortune. From my hair to my make up to my dress, this was the life aspiring people dreamed to behold. To be able to walk the red carpet and to be recognized on instinct while roaming the streets; this is what is considered to be the Hollywood dream.