Jessica had been super happy and bubbly all day, talking away to Charlie and “the models” -as Charlie called them collectively because she couldn’t be bothered to learn their names. Jordan had laughed and shook his head at her in fond, amused, fake disappointment, when she’d first informed him of this. But to be fair, one of the blonde ones keeps calling her Carly.
Charlie put on her yellow dress and matching shoes. The hair stylist had enhanced her natural curls, making them tighter and wilder, and then she pulled her hair in a loose, fancy up do, and then the make up artist had gone to work. She took forever, but Charlie didn’t think she looked that much different when she looked in the mirror. The strapless push-up bra she had on wasn’t exactly what she’d call comfortable and she’s ditching these shoes at the first possible opportunity, but she felt like she looked nice and she really wanted to see Jordan.
There was still about an hour before guests started showing up. The wedding planner and the twins' mom were both running around. Jess’ dress ended up being more of a Greek Goddess or an Egyptian princess type dress instead of the Cinderella look she had initially been looking towards. It was gorgeous.
The models were entertaining her, while Charlie went on a -non-chalant- hunt for Jordan. She came across Scott instead. He gave her a winning smile, “You look great Charlie” he told her, his blue eyes sparkling much like his younger brother. Something caught his eyes over her shoulder and they took on that mischievous look partnered with a little smirk, which is exactly like his younger brother. She turned, spotting Jordan, just as he spotted her. His eyes widened a little, and then he smiled and came over.
“Hey Gorgeous” he said, resting his hand on her hip, guiding her closer to him, gently.
“Hey yourself, look at you” she said reaching for the lapels on his jacket. Honestly, putting him in a tux should be a crime. It’s a hazard to women everywhere.
“What’d they say?” Scott asked, interrupting her thoughts
“They sent him away. He thought he could get a story out of James Bennett’s son getting married, but he couldn’t’ get close enough to get pics. We’re still good” She often forgets that the boys are sort of, potentially, famous. Their dad is anyway, and occasionally the paps like to try to get a story from them. Jordan says he avoids it. Anyone who cares about his boring life can follow him on twitter or come to one of his shows. They don’t need high def pics of him carrying in his groceries. He has a point. He also has a million followers on twitter, but she doesn’t mention that.
“Charlotte Grace, is that you?” she heard Roxi’s teasing voice behind her. All three of them looked up to see Roxi and Kingsley approaching.
“Wow Charles, you look kind of hot” Roxi said.
“Hot enough that people will throw money at me? cuz I spent the next three months rent on this dress”
“Yeah we got another one of those stupid letters this morning, we’re going to have to start looking for some place else to live, we’ve got a week to get our stuff out”
“What a douche. It’s not our fault his place is falling apart. Good luck finding someone else to live in that crap hole”
“You got evicted?” Kingsley asked.
“He claims we don’t take care of the place. But it’s his heat that went out, his fridge that’s about to break and his elevator that is broken. We’re responsible for none of it” Roxi said rolling her eyes.
“I guess I'll stop by after the wedding and start packing. How are we going to find a place in a week?” Charlie asked. She felt Jordan’s fingers squeezing her side, and she looked at him. Scott had moved on to talk to a relative that had come in, and seeing that she no longer had Charlie’s attention, Roxi turned her conversation to Kings.
