When Sparks Fly *discontinued*

Chapter 3: Tipsy Mistakes

Cassie's POV
After Brad's little showstopping speech. I had the weirdest feeling in my stomach, one that I couldn't shake for the rest of the evening. The feeling of everyone's eyes in the room on me didn't help either and I mean everyone. Every person who crossed our table would steal a glance and when the cameramen of the show got bored they would flash the camera onto me, my face filling the big screens in the room. I found myself staring down into my lap where my clutch was, gripping it for dear like or fiddling with my hands to pass the time. As soon as Brad sat down from his speech he seemed to notice as well, every second moment he would glance over at me. I could feel his stare burn into the side of my head as if he could sense the anxiety I felt after the moment he made my presence known to the entire world. I just want to get out of here, I thought to myself and I did. Almost immediately when all the lights came on in the room, I grabbed fists full of my black dress and bag and almost sprinted to the car outside where I found Bobby waiting for me. Thank god, I thought to myself.  My little heart was close to bursting out of my chest thanks to Brad. I've never felt so drained in my life. Today was meant to be a monumental day in my career. My big break you could say, my first time hosting a red carpet for an award show, and Brad's confession to the world put me on the map, and not in the way I had hoped for.

I walk up to Bobby whos packing camera equipment into the back of the company escalade with Camilla by his side. "I'm literally just here to interview people", I say to Bobby almost frustrated as I walk over to him juggling my black dress and my purse in a tight scrunch. Camilla runs to meet me at the passenger door, "And you did an amazing job hun", she says. "But our PR team has already contacted us with happy feedback on Brad's stunt. It will do wonders for your relevancy in the media", she said matter-of-factly opening the passenger back door for me and closing it after I hopped in, immediately slipping off my heels as I let out a huge sigh, strapping on my seat belt.

"I have no clue how I'm gonna be on TV after this. Without being trampled by questions about Brad, this is a mess", I say waving my hands around in awe at the situation I unknowingly ended up in. Bobby and Camilla hop in the front and we begin driving back to head office to consolidate our work done today.  I let out a grunt as I reached for my purse from the car floor to finish off emails for the day, trying to distract myself from the mess I ended up in. Peeling my phone from my bag I realise I had left Margot back inside the venue. I immediately pull up messages and notice Margot's already beat me to it.

To: Maggot Robbie

Cass!!!! Where r u???

sorry girl I'm out....this is crazy!!!

I forgot to say bye but my feet were already out of that building as soon as the show ended. in the car with bob and cammy. safe. xx

nooooo I'm having an after-party u have to commeee

Margot! after I've just been embarrassed in front of the entirety ofHollywood?!?!? ..N.O..

cmon it was cuttee tho x

no.

yes.

no.

pls.

fine.

yay its at the bel air house, ill send addy in a sec. dress nice, see u at 12 x

I close my phone completely done with this day shoving it back in my purse and as if right on cue my phone begins to blow up with notifications from practically everyone I know from social media to phone calls, text messages and emails. I reached back into my purse to silence my phone, closed my purse again and threw it on the opposite seat from me. Slouching back into my seat. The moments I had been working for my entire journalism career. My moment, to stand apart from everyone else, my blood, sweat and tears poured into this industry to be taken away from me by some man I met a minute ago who probably had no clue of the severity of his actions and now I am forced to be in a room full of the exact people who probably are eating up every crumb of this flaming hot mess and mingle? This is insane...I sigh probably adding to the hundreds that have left my mouth today and sit up properly in my chair. "Bob, don't worry about dropping me off at the office, could you drop me straight home instead? That would be nice", I say batting my eyelashes at him. "Margot's holding an after party and I'm expected to attend", I say using my poshest accent, making an idiotic face at Bob in the rearview mirror, he laughs. Bob is the best. Though he doesn't particularly like the Hollywood scene he's a gentleman and more often than not my chauffeur.