Yay new character! My favorite character actually. Let's welcome Sierra Lee Morgan!!!
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“CLOW-WHEE!!!” Blinking, I turn around to see Sierra Lee Morgan, yet another famous actress, tottering over to me in her 5 inch stiletto heels.
I’ve met many, many celebrities since I started work in the industry. A lot of them are quite lovely, a few are downright obnoxious, and some have no personality outside of the camera.
Out of everyone that I’ve met, Sierra Lee Morgan is my favorite.
I had met her about 5 years ago, when I was interning as Kevin’s PA. She was 23, and had just been starting to make a real name for herself business. Sierra Lee is known for her ability to play sweet, innocent, naïve girls, something she started out doing in teen movies. Now, she’s in every chick-flick on the block. Although in real life, she’s the complete opposite of her characters. She’s a girl who likes things with no strings attached when in comes to men, which makes her a big favorite of the opposite sex.
“Clow-wheeeeee!” Finally reaching me, she flings herself on me. “I leave you alone for two months and you get engaged?! How can you do this to me!”
“It’s nice to see you too, Sierra.”
“Seriously, though.” She grabs me by the shoulders and looks me in the eyes. “Congratulations! I’m happy for you two! But that,” she grabs my hand, “Is one seriously hideous ring.”
“Sierraaaa!” I hiss at her.
“What? You hate it! I know you do. I can see it in your eyes.”
Grimacing, I look at my hand again. “Is it that obvious?”
“Nah. I’ve just gone shopping with you so many times that what you like is permanently etched in my brain.”
I blink a couple of times. “That… sounds fairly gross.”
“And anyway,” she continues, ignoring my gross comment completely. “Anita Von Hoof probably picked it out.”
“Oh god.” I look back at Sierra, horrorstruck. “I didn’t even think of that. Do you think she really did?”
Sierra waves a hand dismissively, then turns and flashes a smile at the cameras. I’m going to look an absolute fright in that picture. “It’s has Von Hoof written all over it.”
Anita, really Anita Von Heuffe, was a beautiful, successful actress back in the 70s. She’s also James’ tyrant of a mother. I’d be lying if I said that she wasn’t part of my reasons for hesitating to accept James’ proposal.
Sierra, who had to work with her a couple years ago, had a very strong opinion against Anita. According to Sierra, Anita was ‘an absolute cow, and how she produced someone as sweet as James is beyond me. But then again, James’ has absolutely no backbone when it comes to her, so yes I can see it.’ Hence, Von Hoof.
“Good god, James is going to pay for this. I can’t believe he let his mother pick out my ring!”
“Honey, I don’t think he let her.” Sierra hooks her arm into mine, and turns me to my most flattering angle. We smile as beauteously as we can while whispering to each other.
“Oh lord, you’re probably right. And I’ve blasphemed so many times in the last minute that I’m definitely going to hell. Wait, my monster-in-law picked out my engagement ring. I’m already there.”
“Sweetie, just insist on picking out the wedding ring. Get something to balance that humongous thing out. Come on, we need to go in now.” She tugs me toward the theatre.
