Wearing Her Shoes

Life Goes On

Sara's POV

"So, how do you feel after the premier?" the young lady asked.

I beamed to the video camera as the many paparazzi blinded me with their flashes. "The feeling is beyond anything I ever felt before, Lydia. Excitement is surging all through me. Acting my own script was a challenge. I was really worried of people's reactions, but I'm glad everyone liked it," I replied.

"This is the first time you act a role so beyond your age, am I right?" she asked fixing a strand of her hair.

"Yeah," I nodded.

"How did you find the experience?"

"It was a very enriching experience. Orsola was always one of my favorite characters, and I was worried when the casting was being made. I had a very special view of her personality, and I didn't think anyone could take that place. I'm grateful to get the chance to express her the way I wanted," I said.

 "How about the age gap? How did you deal with that?"

"Well, I sorta got absorbed into her personality at first. It took some time to get over being Orsola after the shooting was done but after all, that shows how much she means to me." I explained. "Besides, I think it's reasonable to feel off when you're expected to grow more than forty years during just a couple of months. It's not easy to come back to your twenty year old self when you were an eighty year old woman several weeks ago."

"But you're still as young and beautiful as ever," she grinned.  

I giggled. "Thank you."

"It was great talking to you, Samantha. I wish you the best of luck as always," she said.

"Thanks, Lydia. It was my pleasure," I replied.

            I pushed a yawn aside and forced a smile instead. The exhausting night was coming to an end. I stepped aside walking past the other celebrities on the fancy red carpet. Several flashes left the lenses of wild photographers competing to capture the perfect moment. The lights, the screams, the crowd, all were hungry for a wave, a little smile, or an autograph. The magic of the event was drawing me in stronger than any black hole can ever do. I walked towards my rented Mercedes savoring the last minutes of the night. The ginger cloth of my flowy dress fluttered behind me as I passed my palm through my hair. I wasn't accustomed to wearing a short hairstyle yet. I liked its new color, though, especially the fiery streaks Natallie chose to match with the dress. She got really excited to give me a new look for the premier.

"What are you waiting for, Sam? Scoot!" Natallie exclaimed. If someone was more excited than I was, then it was Natallie. I gave her some space to sit beside me and spent the rest of the ride chatting with her about the night. She was still my assistant during such events but she found a job as a secretary in some fashion house.

 By the time I was home, Adam and Samilia were in deep sleep, and Mike was nowhere to be found. It was already two A.M. Where did that boy go?! I sighed. Can't I get some rest from your troubles, Mike? I trudged to my office hoping to distract myself with Samantha's writings.

            I stood in the dark hall. The door was closed, and I could see light radiating from under its sill. I knocked the door. A soft "Enter" was spoken after a few awkward seconds.

"I thought you were asleep," I muttered. Samilia wiped a tear with the back of her hand and straightened up on the couch.

"No, I couldn't sleep," she whispered placing a stack of papers aside.

"But, I'm sure I saw your figure on the bed," I frowned.

"It was probably just the covers," she replied.