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11 | aujourd'hui c'est toi

Annie blinked. Sally bounded towards her, frantic. Her hands were outstretched.

"Oh, fuck," Annie muttered and grabbed another glass of champagne.

"Annie!" Sally's shrill voice was loud. Heads turned, faces displeased. Sally glared at the onlookers, walking quickly past. "Annie!" She repeated, voice quieter. Her hands latched onto Annie's arm and squeezed. She was breathing heavily.

"Oh my god!" Sally exclaimed. She bounced on her feet. "That was Tom fucking Price!"

Annie wanted to scratch the itches she felt crawling on her body. There was a slight tremor in her hand as she lifted the flute of champagne to her lips.

"Yes, it was," she answered, softly.

"He was talking to you!" Sally spoke into her ear. She looked down at Annie, blue eyes wide. "I swear he was leaning into you! What did he say? Tell me!"

Annie sipped on the golden liquid and raised an eyebrow.

Sally squeezed her arm tighter. "He was eye-fucking you!"

Annie coughed. The champagne fizzed up and into her nostrils. A horrible taste entered the back of her throat as she continued to cough.

"Tom Price eye-fucked you, Annie! Tell me, what did he say?" Sally badgered.

"Sally!" Annie managed to breath out. Her hand clasped her throat, cheeks burning red. "He did not!" She cringed, never thinking she would hear those words with his name in a sentence.

"I'd let him fuck me," Sally added, voice low. "Yeah, I would. That man is a God."

Annie put down the flute of champagne. Her top was wet with splashes of the alcohol that had spilled from the glass. Her body felt like it was burning, her breath shallow. She could feel the rough graze of his stubble on his cheek, hands touching her skin.

"You're thinking about it, I can tell."

"What?" Annie asked, startled. She looked at Sally.

"Tell me what he said," Sally pestered. She brushed her shoulder with Annie's. "But the way he was looking at you, it was..." Sally paused, she squeezed Annie's arm again. "Hot."

Annie bit her lip and furrowed her brows. They were standing in a room full of people, who more than likely had connections to other celebrities and possibly even the press. She couldn't risk revealing her relationship with Tom in a crowded space.

Sally looked at her expectantly, curly blonde hair tucked neatly behind both ears.

"I was already at the drinks table," Annie started, the words sounding wobbly on her tongue.

"And?"

"He said hello."

"He said hello, because?" Sally held one hand up to her mouth, biting on her thumbnail.

Annie shrugged. "I don't know? I was here? I suppose he was being friendly..."

"Movie stars don't just say hello to someone to be friendly, they have reasons," Sally scoffed.

"They are still people Sally," Annie frowned, "people can be friendly."

"Not movie stars," Sally argued. "Now tell me, what else did he say?"

Annie sighed. "Nothing much, he asked why I was here and what I thought about the movie."

"And you told him?"