Mystic Messenger: Losing the Script (Zen x OC)

Chapter 14: A Wonderful Tragedy

To say Amy felt nervous was an understatement. As she stood in front of the floor length mirror Zen had lent her, clad in the mint green evening gown he had bought for her, every imperfection and flaw she had seemed to exaggerate itself in her reflection till she resembled a caricature more than an actual person. Groaning, she tried posing a couple different ways with the hope that she if she stood just right that she wouldn't look half bad, but to her dismay, one of her flaws was always showing and ruining the image in front of her no matter what position she took. Groaning loudly in defeat, she flopped down onto her bed and closed her eyes, her face scrunching up into a cute pout.

"I can't go looking like this. I'll be a laughing stock." she thought to herself as she groaned again, hiding her face in her hands.

Amy was so engrossed in her despair that she didn't hear the soft creaking of the bedroom door opening or the tiptoe of Zen's feet as he silent crept towards her, a smirk on his lips as he gazed down at her. Easing himself down onto Amy's mattress, her gently pried her hands away to reveal the gorgeous face he had come to love more than his own.

"What's the matter, babe? You look troubled." he purred after placing a gentle kiss on the tip of Amy's nose.

Slowly, Amy's eyes fluttered open and stared up into his ruby red orbs before suddenly going wide as oceans. With a shriek, she leaped up off of the bed and threw her hands over her body before remembering that she was, in fact, clothed.

"Zen, what are you doing in here?! Why didn't you knock?! What if I wasn't done changing yet?!" she shrieked, her face as red as a tomato.

Zen chuckled at Amy's embarrassed expression and flashed her a playful wink. "I figured that twenty minutes was more than enough time for you to at least get dressed. Plus, I became quite worried when I heard all of the noise you were making; I thought you might have hurt yourself."

"Liar." Amy grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring daggers at Zen.

"Changing the subject, you still haven't answered my question. What's got you so upset?" Zen purred, rising to his feet and pulling Amy into a gentle embrace.

"This dress. No, that's not right. It's not the dress' fault that it's too pretty to be worn by an ugly troll like me." Amy mumbled as she buried her face into Zen's tuxedo jacket.

One of Zen's eyebrows immediately curved in a high arch of surprise. "Ugly? Who said you were ugly?"

"The mirror."

"Amy, love, mirrors can't talk."

"Shut up, you know what I meant."

Smirking, Zen gently started running his fingers through Amy's hair, brushing away any knots he encountered with the tenderest of care. "Do I? I'm not so sure because right now all I see is beauty when I look at you."

"That's because you're blinded by love." Amy retorted sharply. "Echo Girl and the paparazzi aren't stuck under the same spell though."

"Since when have their opinions mattered to you?"

"Since I started dating an amazingly talented actor who has a reputation purer than his white hair for me to uphold."

Zen's smile gradually faded away, replaced by a concerned frown. "My reputation isn't your burden to bear, Amy."

"You know that isn't true, Zen. The minute my lips met yours, I signed a contract accepting partial responsibility for your life and career." Amy replied. After a momentary pause, she added. "Maybe we shouldn't do this. Making Echo Girl mad is bound to only hurt your current project together and any future encounters you two have; plus, she has far more favor with the media than I do and could probably ruin us both in the blink of an eye. This was a childish and petty plan anyways."