Glamour.

TWO

NATALIE focused her attention to rearranging her dress for the umpteenth time since she entered the Hotel Belvenue ballroom, which admittedly was five minutes ago. Back in her hotel suite she'd had doused two Cosmopolitans in attempts of calming her frayed nerves. Yet, as time progressed slowly, she found herself edging more towards the bar than towards boisterous crowd she was supposed to mingle into.

It wasn't like Natalie was foreign to the whole ordeal. She had chanced on a fair share of elites, courtesy of David when he was still a celebrity. Howbeit, now that she was alone in a room full of rich gentlemen feigning interest and plunging necklines spieling backhand compliments, she almost felt like an outcast. As though she was inferior. Moreover, anyone she knew or was atleast expected to acquaint herself with wasn't here yet. She could spot the lush blond head of Charles Fischer, which if her Twitter feed suggested right, was just a wig covering a brightly balding head. Charles was the author of the original book Glamour was based on: The Imperialist, or something along the same lines. He clinked glasses with a man with jet black hair, who hid his grimace with a pretentious smile. If Natalie had to put her money on it, she'd say he was was Dylan Torres. The scriptwriter and author never get along. It's a common knowledge.

Natalie saw someone shuffling in through the back door and immediately sprang to her feet when she realized it was Kevin. Finally someone she knew, or atleast wanted to. After asking her to play Cassie, last month, he'd left to tie up detached ends while she took care of rounding up her leave from college and leaving behind Chad and David, for the next three months. In fact, she landed at the George Bush Intercontinental, Houston airport just three hours ago. Today was the unofficial cast and crew meeting, which marked the launch of the shooting at six in the morning, tomorrow.

"Ah, Natalie!", Kevin called, waving when she came into view. He pointed to a crisp looking lady, who stood beside him. "Meet Tessa Goodwill, she is the producer. Tess, this is Natalie."

"Natalie." Tessa nodded, giving Natalie a once over that made her squirm. Everything from her sturdy black suit to her no-nonsence bun screamed buisness. If it weren't for the fact that Natalie was intimidated, she would've gone as far as saying that she was beautiful, with an aristocratic appeal."The new Catarina Carrington, I suppose?"

"Just Natalie works fine", she said, giving a tight lipped smile. Natalie decided that she really needed to work on her inferiority complex. The last thing she wanted was to go around feeling like a replacement. She was very lucky to debut in one of the most anticipated films of the year, Nat reminded herself. If things go her way, she'd be in the inner sanctum of Hollywood before she knew it.

"Nat, have you met the others yet?", Kevin asked, revving her from her discomfort. Though Natalie hadn't really talked to Kevin much, she somehow really trusted him. It may have alot to do with David making him promise to take care of Natalie. He was relentless. Kevin looked around the room and frowned. "I see, most of them aren't here yet."

She shrugged.

Natalie prided herself for having done quite the research while simultaneously mugging up her dialogues and cataloging Cassie's charachter. The main panel of actors were young and refreshing, just as Kevin had wanted, although none were as unprecedented to the inner workings as Natalie herself. The lead male actor, Donte, is played by Greyson Caldwell. Greyson maybe new alright, but at twenty six he already had three major hits under his belt. Combined with his good looks, he was was hottest new sensation with an exponentially growing fanbase. Even Natalie wasn't immune to his good looks and the fact that they had to enact a hot makeout session onscreen, flustered her to no ends. She could only cross her fingers and hope that he wasn't as charming and wanton offscreen as he was portrayed in gossip magazines.