Hey guys! I'm Candace Pearson. And you guessed it! I'm a model! So I know tons of famous people.
And every year, one of us famous people hosts a huge pool party at one of our mansions and this year, Percy Jackson was hosting! Yes, the Olympic swimmer!
I was so excited. Percy was my all-time celebrity crush. And he was going to be mine! Yay!
This is my swimsuit:
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Obviously, I took a limousine. My driver, Miguel, opened the door and let me out.
I wasn't surprised by the size of Percy's gorgeous house. He had the famous architect, Annabeth Jackson, design it herself. She even oversaw the building of the house!
Annabeth was Percy's wife. But that was no matter to me. In fact, I had a husband as well. He had a mistress. I was just going to help myself become Percy's.
Marriage was just a way to tie a rope so people could share money legally. And make-out without getting disgusted looks from tons of people.
Anyways, I rang the doorbell. A young girl answered. She had light brown hair that faded to honey blonde at the tips. Her eyes were grey, with a green undertone to them. She appeared to be about three or four years old.
This must be Zoe. Did I mention that Percy had the cutest kids? If I lived with him, I could see the little cuties all the time! The family pictures would earn me so many more followers on Instagram and Snapchat and whatnot.
She smiled. "Hello, are you here for the Famous Friends Fun Friday?" she asked.
I flashed a brilliant smile, exposing my pearly whites. "Yes."
She looked down at the clipboard, pretending to be reading it.
"Name, please?"
"Candice Pearson."
"Pearson," she muttered, dragging her pen down the clipboard, scanning it.
She checked off on a name. "Miss Candice Pearson. Did you happen to bring your husband?"
Wow, was she thorough. I went on with it. "No, honey, my husband is at home."
"That's a pity."
"Yes," I fake agreed.
She handed me the clipboard along with the pen. "Do you mind signing here?"
I grinned. "Sweetheart, if you wanted an autograph, you should've just asked." I whipped out a magazine and signed it with a sparkly purple pen I always kept on me for fans. "Here."
"Thank you. But I only needed a signature, stating that you agreed to the Safety Restrictions on the Fun Friday guidebook. Also saying that you checked in and such. My parents like to keep close tabs on security."
I smiled. "Of course." Though I was a bit hurt. She didn't want my autograph?
I signed the paper and handed her the clipboard again. "Thank you, please proceed to security."
