London born Gigi Lastra is struggling to make ends meet let alone make it big in the music business and make a name for herself. Working two jobs to keep her life afloat and provide for her family she's haunted by her past. That's until she meets t...
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"Oh honey step away from that dishwasher!" Emma pops some more plates on the kitchen island telling me off as pick them up to put into the washer.
"Honestly it's fine. It's nice to actually have a dishwasher for once instead of doing it by hand," I giggle, to be honest, I was actually hiding away from socialising, it's making me really anxious and Coltons stepped outside with his brother.
"Gigi," She says more seriously and goes to hold my hand, " I'm honestly embarrassed by my husband and profusely apologise for his behaviour. I really hope he didn't scare you off!" Worry lines her face, I'd only known this woman for a few hours but she's hard not to take a liking too, in these last few hours I'd felt more of a connection with her than my own mother.
"Don't even worry about it, I've dealt with far worse! Thank you for having me tonight, I hope I didn't impose on your family time. Dinner was incredible, the best-cooked meal I've had in a long long time."
" It was amazing mom as always but I have to say I'm impressed with you though Gigi," Jess says leaning her eighteen-month on her hip. I stare at them bewildered, impressed? I'm like the least impressive person here. I'm sat in a room with a doctor, lawyers, CEO's and COO's, I'm just plain little Gigi.
"Yeah, getting Arlo to eat her vegetables, that girl always puts up a fight when it comes to eating her greens, how'd you do it?" I giggle at Emma. Arlo is the sweetest little thing ever, she's the same age as Luca and completely takes after Colton with her cheeky attitude.
"She's the sweetest! I have a younger brother who's the same age, it's a fight to get him to eat vegetables too so I've had to invent innovative ways to get him to eat them,"
They both chuckle, knowing how hard it is to try and feed a stubborn child. We clean up the kitchen and put the dishes away much to Emma's protest and settle at the kitchen island again with all the women in the house. They all welcomed me with open arms, involving me in all their conversations. It's such a relaxed, loving environment one I've never experienced with my own family.
"Is it scary singing to thousands of people? I think I'd shit myself." One of Coltons Aunties asks,
"Oh, I do, honestly it's petrifying. My first show on tour I almost didn't go on... I had such a horrific panic attack I couldn't even stand but Colton managed to calm me down and get me on stage."
It felt so easy opening up to these women, they listened to every word I said and looked genuinely interested.
"Well, I think I speak for everyone when I say you're an amazing artist with a hell of a story to tell," Jess goes quiet, staring at the rim of her mug, "I'm not going to lie when I heard Colt was bringing you tonight... I was a little apprehensive... especially because of all the stories in the media at the moment," Oh no, my heart drops and immediately my palms start shaking. This is it, this is when they chuck me out and tell me never to set foot in LA again, I'm anticipating the words when a soft hand covers mine, stopping my trembles, Jess smiles at me, " But I was completely wrong to judge you based on a shitty tabloid, we all have pasts and demons of different kinds, I should know better than to listen to Twitter tolls." She hangs her head in embarrassment, "But tonight has just shown me how wrong that small minority is and has shown me why you have so many adoring fans, you're literally one of the kindest people I've ever met and I'd love for us to be friends," She smiles warmingly at me and my insides go all fuzzy, this is the furthest thing from what I expected,
