FALLING FOR SHAWN

Epilogue

"Oh God, Kylleigh, this dress, I don't think I'll be able to sit down!"

"Show me again!" Camila pointed the phone camera at the mirror as her hair stylist tweaked her hair.

"Ugh, that dress is divine, Shawn is going to have heart failure when he sees you!"

"I can hear him in the next room, I think he's about to come in, I'll call you after the premiere!"

"Wait! I have one more thing to tell you, Roger let me be the one, because he felt sorry for me that I couldn't make the premiere with Leon."

"I'm sorry sweetie, but only a couple of weeks and the little prince will be here and you'll be mobile again."

"Well, don't forget you promised baby sitting duties so we can go on a date at last!"

"So – your single has hit number one on the Latin charts, and is top twenty on the pop charts as well! By the time the album and book come out next year, you're looking at a big hit!"

"Really?" she was stunned. She had written the song on a return trip to Mexico with Shawn. They had stayed at the same place as last time, and it had helped, the magic had come back and she got the local musicians into the studio. This time she wasn't just looking at Latin-inspired music, she was creating her own genre. She had amazing collaborations set up or already recorded, with other big Latinx stars. "Does Shawn know?"

"No sweetie, you can tell him. Gotta go, have a fabulous night, and give that husband of mine a big hug!"

"I will! Oh, here's Shawn now, bye!"

The interconnecting door to their London hotel room opened and Shawn's stylist, Tiffany, walked through ahead of Shawn. Camila caught her breath. Wow, he looked.....like a God. He towered above everyone in the room, his hair was immaculate, his suit was wild, and the look on his face when he saw her was worth every bit of the pain of getting into the dress.

"Holy Shit, babe, you look......I can't even describe."

The dress was ice blue with a plunging neckline and cut-outs at the waist, then a sleek skirt that kicked out at the bottom. The fabric was jewel encrusted chiffon, and she had beautiful silver sandals to wear with it. An up and coming young London jeweler had provided the drop earrings and bracelet. Her hair was dressed in smooth Hollywood waves and her make-up was perfect, not too overdone.

"I think the movie fans might not even notice I am even here," he breathed.

"Oh they'll notice you alright," Camila said. She saw he looked pleased. "You're so tall."

He grinned. "Witch, come on, let's get this party started." She smiled and he gave Tiffany a look and suddenly everyone evacuated the room, filing through the connecting door, leaving them alone. He had obviously pre-planned it and she gave him a sassy look.

"Don't you mess my make up or hair, Mendes, and don't think you're getting near anything in this dress, I'm practically sewn into it!"

He laughed and came up to her. "I want to touch you and kiss you, and I definitely want to check out what's inside that dress, but I promise to restrain myself until we get back here tonight."

"Mmmmm, so what's the reason for clearing the room?"

"I wanted to talk to you without eyes on us," he said. "I have some things to say."

She waited and he took her hand, stroking her knuckles, then looked into her eyes.

***

He was so nervous, this was a big night, in every way. His first movie premiere for a start.