The New Truth

New People and new...Surprises?

"Hey, Adri." David Morris said as he extended his hand. Adri?

"Hey. Nice to meet you." I replied back to him, as I extended my hand to shake his hand. It was the norm.

"Nice to meet you too." He said, giving a rakish smile.

David had a chiseled jawline. He had grey and light brown hair, which had been slicked back. He, just like Diane, didn't look like he was in his mid forties. He wore a black tuxedo and black pants.

"I'll talk to you later babe." David kissed Diane and walked into the crowd of celebrities.

"What the hell, Diane?" I said to her, after David had walked away.

"What?" Diane asked back, as if she didn't know what I was talking about.

"You're engaged." I pressed. We took a seat at one of the round tables.

"Yeah. It's great isn't it?" Diane said as she took a sip from the wine glass that was placed on the table.

"Yeah it is." I said, genuinely. My mother had never gotten married, at least not that I know of. She had occasional relationships, none of them lasted more than a month. I don't know who my father is, but I believe he was one of her boyfriends. And I hated him for ditching me like this.

"Have you met his son?" Diane asked me.

"He has a son?" I asked back.

"Yeah, from his previous marriage." Well, at least someone knows who their parents are.

"No I haven't." I replied, to the question she had asked me earlier.

"Yeah you'll meet him soon."

I took a sip from the glass filled with water, as I wondered who David's son was. I must know his son.

I took my phone out and texted Vicky.

'Guess what? My mom just told me she got engaged. Actually, I even met her fiance."

At this point, my mom had been drinking her third glass of wine. Or was it champagne. She occasionally had other celebrities come and talk to her.

'What? No way! Who is he?' Vicky texted back.

'David Morris. :-)'

'No way. Do you know what this means? This is so bad, Adri.' Vicky texted back in a couple of seconds. What could be so bad about this, that would make Vicky so worried. I didn't understand, at least not until a couple of seconds later.

"Hey Diane." I heard a voice say. I looked up to see who it was.

James Morris, hugged Diane.

"Hey honey, how are you?" Diane asked him, smiling widely.

"I'm fine thank you. What about you?" James said, smiling back at her.

I just looked at the two of them.

"Adri," Diane said, looking at me. "Meet James, David's son."

David's son? Yeah sure, James is David's son. How could I forget that.

That's not the problem here. The problem is that I had a tiny tiny bit of a crush on him. Who am I kidding, a HUGE one. My mother's agency even tried to set me up with him once, just last year. Apparently, my personal life has an effect on my mother's image. So we went for a date. But that was that.

"Hey. Nice to meet you. I'm James." He said as if he didn't know me. I don't know if I was just seeing things, but I felt like some camera flashed at that time. It had been happening for sometime now. By now they should've kicked the paparazzi out. Maybe it was one of those 'spy' paparazzi.

"Hey." I said, briefly. He was really handsome. Those piercing grey eyes, which I was sure he had inherited from his father. His dirty blond hair and defined jawline. Being only a year older than me, he was good looking. But now it's just gross for me to say that, since he's practically my 'step-brother'.

"You look gorgeous. They're having a dance in a couple of minutes. Do you want to dance?" James asked, as his disgustingly beautiful eyes looked at me.
As I was going to deny him, my mom decided to interrupt and say, "Yeah she will."

I glared at my mom. My mom always did this. She think she owned my life. But I just have to bear with this.

I curtly smiled at him. After some more of talking to Diane, he finally walked into the crowd, promising that he would be back in a couple of minutes.

I slumped down on the satin covered chair.

I grabbed my phone from the table to text Vicky.

'Yeah, now I know what you were talking about.' I replied back to her.

"Mom, you knew that I was going out with James. Why, out of all people would you get with David?" I asked her.

She waived her hand to me, gesturing me to come closer. "Do you know how much his agency is paying me for this?"

I looked at her in disbelief. This is why I hated her. She would do anything for money. "Are you serious, Diane? Does he know?"

"No, he doesn't." Diane said, nonchalantly. "He's the sensitive kind. He wouldn't understand."

"This is disgusting. Why would you do this to someone?" I retorted.

"Money, baby, money." Diane said taking a sip from the wine glass.

"Can you stop drinking? You're-" I started, before I was interrupted by someone.

"Hey, Adri, the dance is starting soon. Let's go." James said to me.

"Go, Adri." Diane said. I glared at my mother one more time before I reluctantly got up and went to the dance floor with James.

At the dance floor, it was the same old story. A bunch of girls and guys, who were probably paid to be here, were there, dressed in expensive clothes. Some of them asked to take photos with me, to post on their social media accounts.

After a few minutes, the music boomed through the speakers. It was Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen. Everyone on the dance floor started dancing. I looked at James, who was next to me. He extended his hand. I took it. We did a swirl. I looked at the other people. Some of them were dancing on their own, which was what I liked to do. Then there were other people, mostly people in their late teens and early twenties, just dancing with others.

I was just pointlessly dancing, with no choreography whatsoever. For a while now, I had been feeling like someone was watching me. I knew many people were looking at everyone on the dance floor, but I felt like someone was looking at me particularly.

James started whispering something in my ear. I couldn't make out what he was saying.

Suddenly, someone bumped into me. I remember some drink being spilled on my dress, a sharp pain shot through my back and I blacked out.