As Long As You Love Me

5 ~ Food, The Lads, & Fights

☼ mitchie sky ☼

I sink my bare feet into the cushiony carpet of Demetria Rosewood's flat. My arms are trembling with pure glee. I'm in London, and I'm rich, and I'm a model. People look up to me, and envy me. Mitchie Sky is officially taking a break. 

"Okay, Luci can show you around," Demetria says. "I'm off to Paris in an hour. Au revoir." 

"Wait." Panic starts seeping through me. The reality of what I'm about to do slams into me like a truck. I'm impersonating a celebrity, and I don't have much experience with acting. "I'm scared." 

Demetria puts her hands on my shoulders. "You're Demetria now. Demetria Rosewood is never scared."

I try to nod. 

"I believe in you, Mitchie." She stares into my eyes. "I believe in you." 

My heart swells with courage. "Thank you, Demetria." 

"We'll meet again," Demetria promises. "Bye, love." 

Luci and I wave as she saunters down the hallway to the elevator. In a few seconds, she's gone. Just like that. 

I look at the massive chrome clock mounted on the wall. Demetria's style when it comes to interior design is more modern and flashy, I notice. I also notice that it's about 6:45. 

Luci grabs me and pushes me towards the long hallway. "You need to get ready." 

As she pushes me, she gives me a rapid tour. "My room, bathroom, guest room...Demetria's room." She pulls me in and skitters to the closet. I sit on the bed and set Nugget's tank on the bedside table. 

"You live here too?" I ask. 

"I pay Demetria rent," she explains. "Okay, we're going Christian Louboutin patent pumps, and a Vera Wang off-shoulder gown with a Prada hobo tote. You like?" 

I wrinkle my nose. "The shoes are fine, but could you find something tight-waisted and to the knees? Preferably Marc Jacobs. He specializes in those. And as for the purse, if we're going Prada, I'd like a handheld clutch or something along those lines." 

Luci considers it, and then stares at me appreciatively. "You know your fashion." 

I shrug. "It's my life." 

Luci digs through all the clothes and tosses out a Marc Jacobs emerald green strapless number. She then throws out a white clutch and the Louboutins. 

"What ya think?" she asks, placing her hands on her hips. 

I stroke the shimmering fabric. "It's so perfect." 

"Okay, now put that on and come out. I need to do your makeup. I got a new MAC set for my birthday and I can't wait to use it on you."