DON'T LET ME GO

Chapter 19

Slowely life got back to normal, Ezy was right i had to let go but i made myself a promise. I won't look for Carmen anymore i won't try to reach her but if by any chance our paths cross again i know i would never let her slip through my fingers again. There will be no more fighting for a maybe.

Between shooting for magazines, interviews, worderobe rehearsals and maintaining my bad girl status it was finally time for Cannes festival.

South of France make you think of summer love, you dont want to be single in France.
The car pulls up and a guy opens the door i slid off the edge of my seat carefully not to rip open my long tight golden dress.
My handsom cavalier help me through till we reach the bottom of the iconic steps of Cannes festival venue. As much as i hate paparazzi i do love those flashlights and photographers screaming my name, people from every media outlet lined up to have a word with me. Simply put i love being adored.

As i turn around to start my sexy and very planed climb up these magestic steps i hear the photographers starting another frenzy.... Carmen, Carmen, right her, look to the right, you're gorgeous, Carmen here...

I froze there, one foot on the steps and the other stuck behind. Paralized by the sight of none other than Carmen Del Rosso.
In the middle of all the lights and the screams Carmen did look right a little further to the right than she should have and our eyes breifly met.

My gentle cavalier was patiently waiting next to me while holding my hand discreetly trying to encourage me to walk like a baby taking his first steps yet not sure if he should help me walk up the stairs or wait or just turn into a marble roman statue same as me.
Carmen was done with her shooting moment and she started walking towards the steps where i am there frozen unable to move up and i could here Edward whispering my name from the edge of the steps, Jenny, Jenny...

She cut her hair shoulder length making her neck even longer and sexier, she's wearing a gorgeous generously covered in shwarofski crystals long silver dress.

I keep looking at her drooling over her beauty and as she's walking towards the steps aka ME, accompanied by her own cavalier i couldnt help but imagine us two being a metaphore for the sun and the moon.

I the golden sun burning of lonelyness yet keeping everyone away fear of burning them too and she's the silver star silently taking over the space secretly following you around affecting everything on earth even your moods, your destiny.

Against every nature rule the moon just reached the sun. Here is Carmen two feet away from me and suddenly i let go of my cavalier's hand and take those two last steps towards her and in an instant unexpected reaction she opened her arms to greet me.

As loud as the people around us were, as blinding as those camera lights were, as foolish and as risky what i was about to do i didn't care much i was in her arms, huged by her wraped in her almighty existence after all that time of suffering and in the intoxication of emotions our lips gently kissed eachother hello, it was such a brief moment that if you blink you'd miss the smooch of the year but not the magazines! Those people never blink....

"JEL and Carmen and Cannes confirmation kiss!"

"JELMEN! Is it official?"