No dad, you don’t mean that...” I whispered at the phone, “Sorry honey, it has to be this way... Charlotte is going to take care of you in some days, and then you will have your own apartment in Colorado...” I sigh and then removed some of my brown hair from my face “it fine dad, I will take care ... Just find Lilly okay” there was a long pause on the other side, finally my dad spoke “the police here in New York, do their best to find her, and honey ... don’t worry you will be the first one contacted when I find her” and then the line went dead, leaving me alone in our apartments quite atmosphere, and then I realize I was still sitting in my bed, looking around in the dark cold bedroom, it was empty for people.. Empty for my dad.
When I woke up the next morning someone had been here, and had taken some of my step sister’s clothes, they were spread around in the big bedroom, weird I didn’t hear a sound. The bell on the door rang, and I sighed, took my hands through my messy morning hair and went down. When I opened the door, I was met by a dolce cabana perfume, and it was so strong that I had to hold both of my hands on my mouth, for the perfume not to come. “You must be Suzy” said the lady in her forties, she was dressed in a tight black skirt and a white button up blouse, her dark brown hair was in a messy bun and her blue eyes where smiling. “Um, yes that’s me, and you are Mrs.?” I hadn’t gotten over my British accent, I couldn’t do much about that, when I had been born and raised in UK. “Well, I’m Charlotte, have your father not told about me, or have you just forgot who I am?” I realized that she was still standing in the doorway so I moved a bit and she came in to the apartment “ it a nice place you have, Suzy” I looked around and smiled, a lot of it had been organized my stepsister Lilly, good, how I missed her my thought came back to the suit, “well, it is, thank you, would you like some coffee?” she went to the leather sofas and sat down, “no thanks, we have to hurry up to catch the schedule for today” I lifted my brows in confusion “schedule?” she laugh “oh, your dad, haven’t told you about that either, well I’m a manager or should I say assistant for a lot of famous people, have you heard about Alex Pettyfer? There was silent and she took that as a no, I walked to one of the sofas beside her and sat down “sorry, but that doesn’t make a bell ring” she looked at me and then gave me a nervous smile “that’s okay dear, it not important either, but we have to meet him today, for he’s shoot and that young man has a temper” I smiled back at her, I didn’t know who Alex or whatever was, and I didn’t care I, had more serious things to think of, than a model, or whatever he was.
“Charlotte!” this was the 10 time that young man had called after Charlotte to bring him some water, good, how could she do this, if it was me I would have splash the water in that man’s face, I took that back, what was wrong with me?, I was stressed, that was it, I looked around in the white studio, people ran from the one side to the other, was their everyday life like this?, my focus went from the busy people to a eighteen year old girl, she was studying herself in the mirror, in meantime a man was fixing her hair, she looked like model, her blue eyes was focused on the mirror, and her blond hair was messy, maybe that was how she should look. “Suzy, come here” it was Charlotte, she winked at me when I found her gaze “yes” I said and she smiled at me,” this is some hair gel, go straight and turn left at that door” she pointed out a door with a paper on it, and go in, I looked confused at her and she looked at me “dear, I’m sorry I’m asking you for this, but it very busy today, there is coming more celebrity’s than usual, and they need my help, so if you could help Alex with he’s hair, he would be thankful” I looked once again at her and got pity with her and took the gel “it fine, but you owe me” she smiled and brushed some of my hair from my face it reminded me of my mum, she used to do that. “Okay, go now” she pushed me slowly on my back and I went to the door with a yellow poster on it with the young man as Charlotte called him.
