I know she was attractive but I was here first
Wilmer was watching her. Everyone in the room noticed how his eyes drifted from Demi to Eiza, lingering on Eiza for a few seconds longer than necessary before they went back to Demi, until Eiza did something to catch his attention. Eiza had made her way over to them with her fiancé on her arm, smiling at the couple and making jokes about the show with Wilmer and complimenting Demi as if it were her second nature. Demi almost admired Eiza in a way. She carried herself so well and she was just so beautiful and well mannered. She was the definition of class. She walked the walk, talked the talk, and looked the look.
"Demi you look stunning in that dress. If I had the curves to pull that dress off," Eiza dramatically placed her hand over her heart and batted her eyelashes, causing Demi to release a raspy giggle from being in the studio all day.
It wasn't a good day for Demi so far. She had nearly had a meltdown earlier that morning when one of her favorite pairs of leggings didn't fit her like they used to. She had made a promise to tighten up her excercise regime and had been avoiding the dessert table all night. Before they had left, Wilmer had assured her that she would be the prettiest girl in the room, as always, but the way he was staring at Eiza made her believe otherwise. He was staring at her like she was some type of beautifully rare doll, like she was just one of a kind and there was no one like her. Of course he looked at Demi the same way, but tonight it seemed as if those lingering gazes had been reserved for Eiza and the short and tight two piece that she was wearing.
"Doesn't she look great Wilmer? Like every man's dream," there was a certain glint in her eyes when she said that and Demi had made sure to catch it. She sipped some of her champagne but kept her eyes on Wilmer as Demi just looked between the two.
"And all mine," Wilmer wrapped his arms around Demi's waist, tugging her into him and pressing a kiss into her hair. And all the while, his eyes remained on Eiza, much like they had the entire night.
"Demi, you're supposed to be getting dressed for the TCAs, which you have to perform at and instead you're sitting here and stuffing your face!" Jill, her makeup artist, made a tiny tornado around her room as Demi continued to sit in the middle of her bed, gulping down spoonfuls of snicker's ice cream while watching the season finale of Scandal, which she had never finished.
"I don't wanna go," Demi whined. Her and Wilmer had been texting back and forth all day and she still wasn't sure if he was coming. She doubted that he was. He was too busy with Eiza and her family and meeting her parents and gushing over their baby.
"Well guess what, babe, I'm having a baby too," Demi mocked. She had never gotten around to telling Wilmer. Something inside of her just didn't want to tell him. She just felt like he didn't deserve to know after what he had done to them.
"That's nice, Demi, but I need you to get dressed. At least let me do your makeup or fix your hair," Demi closed the container and set it on her nightstand, crawling off of her bed and walking over the her vanity so that her team could stop whining and start getting her ready. She didn't even know why it mattered so much. Red carpets literally went on forever. It's not like anyone would miss her.
Demi: I can't do this. I really can't.
Dallas: Demi, I don't have time for this. Suck it up and smile for a few pictures. Then suck it up again and make it through your stupid little three minute song. That's all you have to do.
Demi: I'm in this tight dress. It hurts, Dal. And I look fat. And I have no one. I'm so alone.
Dallas: Demi I love you. You can do this. You're Demi Lovato. You can do anything.
