Star Kiss

Chapter 1

Today was the day when David Amis aka Dj Dis was arriving to Manhattan, New York. He's like a mega star and is young besides, only nineteen, a year older than me and is the world's most successful Dj. So the most fucked up thing is that; my dad is a very good friend of his dad, which means we'll be having a dinner tonight at The Picasso Hotel on 5th avenue. I don't actually want to go and I'd prefer a night at Patricia's party, but my parents just won't hear of it.

My mother, Sylvia James, the ex porn star was now trying to pay off on what she's missed when I was still little. Like usual, she's bought me a black floral lace cocktail dress from Valentino for tonight's dinner. It's black with long sleeves and a portrait neckline, only reaching my knees and has scalloped edges. It's really beautiful and insanely expensive, but that's not how you work. You can't just buy love.

"Alex," I heard my mom's voice reaching from downstairs. "Baby, Penelope is here."

I hurried downstairs and practically dragged Penelope through the foyer to the stairs. She was dressed in a yellow high-low skirt, white tank top and flip-flops. Her long ginger hair naturally curled like Merida's from Brave and her emerald green eyes blinking in daze.

"Wow, wow" she pulled away. "What's up?"

"I'm having a dinner with David Amis and my parents, this evening." I explained.

"I don't see the matter?" she looked quizzically at me.

"I don't really wanna go"

"I see." She said as we stepped into my bedroom. "Wait, isn't it the same David Amis as the famous Dj?"

"Yes?" I furrowed my brows. Why would it matter?

"Alexandra Janie Stan!" she uttered, taking her hands-on-hips pose. "Are you crazy?" she threw her hands in the air. "How come you don't want to go?"

"I rather go to Patricia's party" I said. "Than a dinner with my parents and some stupid Dj. You know how my mom is."

She agreed with a nod.

"She's gonna drink, a lot" I said. "And talk of her ex career, which is of course gonna embarrass me"

"I know" She looked sympathetically at me. "But look at the good side, David Amis is hot and famous" she defended.

"That's probably a photoshop" I said. Not actually knowing how the famous dj looks like.

"Come on!" she pleaded. "Girls around the world are dying to have a glimpse of him. And you are having a whole dinner with him; you really don't want to miss the opportunity."

"But I know nothing of him and not really into his music" I pointed.

"Have you even listened to it?"

"No"

"Shut up, then." She dragged me by my wrist towards my closet. "Let's better see what Mrs. James brought you this time. Dress from D&G or Louboutins?"

"Dress" I sighed. It was really not important. "But from Valentino"

I took out the dress that hang with other clothes and handed it to Penelope.

"It's so pretty" she murmured, tracing her fingers lightly along the fabric.

"Yeah, but..." I shook my head frustrated. When will people finally understand that it's not the gifts I want?

"No buts!" she commanded. "You're going to that dinner and you're wearing this dress! And you're going to make that photoshopped dj drool over you into his stake."

I laughed. Wow.

"Why stake?"

"I just read somewhere that he's loving it." She confessed.