Perfect - {Matthew Daddario}

Chapter Three

         After a month of traveling, I was called back to work.

They still hadn't taken the show up for another season, but my agent had gotten me the leading role in a new movie. I was asked to fly back to New York to audition, not that I had to, the role was already mine, but it was standard policy.

The first thing I do when I land is text Kat.

Tori: I'm back

Kitty Kat: omg are u back in the US???

Tori: Im in Manhattan

Kitty Kat: yayyyy. Please join me for dinner tonight.

In spite of the fact that I was terribly tired, and all I wanted was to rest, I agreed to join her and her coworkers for dinner. "You'll love them. They're great" she had said. And I'm certain they are, but they are not the reason I had agreed to go.  I had decided to go for the simple fact that I hadn't seen Kat, or as I like to call her, Kitty, in over four months. Being the longest time we had gone without seeing each other since we met.

After taking a well deserved shower, I pick out my outfit for the night. I went for a black bodycon dress, going against the little voice in my head that was saying What are you wearing? Don't be ridiculous; that was a little above my knees, black stilettos and a black leather jacket. I put my purple-silver ombre hair up in a messy, but classy bun and apply light makeup, along with my favorite shade of NYX lipstick, vintage. 

I look at my reflection in the mirror one last time.
Why on earth did you agree to this? How can they possibly like you? Look at yourself you are nothing compared to them.
I could feel my heart palpitating, my whole body was shaking and I felt like my knees would give out any second. Shortness of breath, dizziness, heart racing, nausea. I know what this means, I'm having a panic attack.

I sit on the edge of the bed and take long, deep breaths, debating if I should stay in and rest or go to dinner with Kat and her friends. 

I decide to go.

 It wasn't the first time I had a panic attack, I get them so often that I'm pretty much used to it, or as used to as someone can get to feeling complete fear and uncertainty. I do my usual post-anxiety attack ritual, which is to recite the alphabet backwards, it has never failed at calming me down. And I was off to the restaurant.

When I get there, Kat waves her hand up in the air and calls my name. She stands up as I make my way to her.

"Still rocking the leather jackets I see." She remarks when I'm close enough to hear.

"It's my signature look." I embrace her in a tight hug, rocking us side to side.

I loved Kat. She was like a sister to me. In two short years, we had gotten to know everything about each other. It felt as if we've known each other all our lives. She was funny and honest and sweet, but could have a really bad temper sometimes. I just love spending time with her.

"Look at you." she looks at me up and down and whirls me around "You're gorgeous."

I hear someone clear their throat and Kat turns back to face her coworkers sitting at the table, whom were all staring at us.

"Oh, sorry. I almost forgot." Kat says turning back around to look at me. "Tori, these amazing people are my coworkers. Dom, Em, Alberto, Harry and Matt." she pointed at each one of them as she said their names. "Amazing coworkers meet another amazing person, my dear friend, Victoria."

"Hi." I waved. I was still a little shaken up but excitement took over as I stood there in front these beautiful people, who were all smiling up at me, all except one... After spending a whole day  watching season one of the show, about a month ago, I had become a huge fan. The Mortal Instruments were one of my favorite series, so standing here in front of the people playing my favorite characters was a little too much to handle.