Stuck With You

I Don't Want to Be Famous

~Stephanie's POV

Chris and I layed in bed, not saying a word.

Chris: Hey, are you okay?

Stephanie: Yeah, I'm fine. Chris, things are just moving really fast. Two weeks ago, I stood in this hotel room all day and helped you sleep at night. This week I'm dating an A list celebrity and on the covers of magazines.

Chris: You can have out any time you want, ignore the stupid shit Mike says. I know you didn't ask for this.

Stephanie: No. It's okay. I mean, how hard can being famous be if you can do?

I laughed and he couldn't help laughing too. I loved teasing him. I loved how comfortable I was with him.

Chris: Well I know I couldn't do it without you. And tomorow were going to a resturant opening and we're going to make sure the papz get some good shots of you looking amazing.

Stephanie: I'm NOT photogentic.

He stared into my eyes in a way the made me stop breathing, I could hear my heart as he gently kissed my lips. How does he do that to me? He puts butterflies in my stomach and makes my brain turn to mush.

Chris: You're perfect.

I put both my arms around him and he gently stroked my back, it was funny that now i was the nervous one and he was putting me to sleep.

The next day started normal. Chris was already making coffee, I brushed my teeth and put on my robe. I left the bedroom to see about 25 people running around the living room and dining room. The hotel room looked like Macy's. They're were 3 makeup counters and countless dress racks. They unconsciously ignored me as I walked through them to Chris. He was in a tailored suit drinking his coffee and on his phone as if this was a normal morning for us.

Chris: Hello, my love.

He nosed kissed me before kissing my forehead and everyone turned and said 'aww'. Then the room went quiet, all eyes on Chris. I sorta gawked at him as he talked to everyone with confidence and sterness, like he was the boss, I guess he was. I bit my lower lip and he put his arm around me, still talking to all the people in our hotel room. I was so distracted my his hand on my hip that for a million dollars I couldn't tell you what he was saying.

Chris: So you're ready.

Steph: For?

Chris: What? Didn't you hear me? All these people are here for you.

Steph: What?

Chris: They're here to make you look like a famous person basically.

Then a short elderly man approached us. He looked a fashion designer with his tape measurer around his neck and some pins in his right hand. His name was Frev and I immediately liked him.

Frev: Get out of here, Chris. We don't make anyone look famous. You either got it or you don't and let me tell you honey, you got it. We can definitely work with you, Stephanie. I'm not going to introduce you to my whole team because they're constantly changing and not that important. Just know I'm Frev, and I only hire the best. First layer is skin, let's get in the shower.

After some convincing I got in the shower with Frev. He scrubbed a layer of skin off before he applied some goop that made my skin burn, but my skin was glowing when he took it off.

Next, he did my hair. Well, his assistants did my hair. They put something in my hair that felt like olive oil but smelled like lemon and honey. After 15 minutes they washed it out and put my hair back up, this time in rollers. After, he did my makeup. It was a subtle natural look but I never felt so pretty. Then he added fake lashes and i felt like a pretty barbie doll. Finally, my clothes. He picked out a short tight black leather dress with knee high leather boot and a minc jacket. I refused so one of his assistants picked something more ME. A red dress that had a Deep V and was long with simple black heels. I thought I looked nice.