I’m pacing in the living room. I’m in a long pearl white Gucci dress that opens up beautifully after it reached my waist. My natural hair is done up with faux locks and left to lie elegantly on my shoulder. I steal a glance in a mirror whilst I pace. Makeup. Would he think I’m being over the top? No, he wouldn’t. He sent me all this stuff to look this way. And since when did I start caring what he thought of me? Since that very first day. Since that very first kiss. Since the first time he’d ever touched me.And does he feel the same ,is the question.I’m startled when the doorbell rings.I carefully make my way between and over the boxes and suitcases.I open the door, and my heart is pounding. He’s standing there in a matching suit, flowers in his hand…. And a grin! But then he frowned. I put the flowers away and allow myself to be led to the limo.

*****

The ride was very quiet and eerie. Jakob keeps stealing glances at me, I look out the window.

“Sorry “

“For what? “He gulps.

“Not complimenting you properly “

“How do you plan on complimenting me…… Properly?”

He holds my hand and kisses it. The he leans over and holds my face in his hands. Then his lips are on mine.I gasp

“Was that okay? “

Before I could finish nodding, his lips are on my cheek. My neck. Down my arm. And I stared. Then his lips are back on my mouth again. His hands are everywhere, under my bra, running along my back.

“Disgusting enough?”

I let out a huge breath.”Let’s get this over and done with. You should be paying me for this. Miranda must have needed some serious prayers to handle your madness “

“Don’t play like that. I’m a good guy,” he grins. I smile from the corner of my lips.T he car haults to a stop and he opens the door before the driver could have. He offers me a hand and I gladly take it. We walk down the red carpet, the cameras flash and we wave. I steal a glance at him; his cheeks are red. You wouldn’t have known. Looking at him you wouldn’t have known. He is a great actor, maybe better than me. And maybe he has been acting all this time.

“Break a leg,” he whispers.

“If I didn’t know better I would have thought my arm wasn’t enough. “

“What’s wrong with you, get over that! “,he says in an exasperated tone. If there is one thing about me, I never forget.

We stand and take a few pictures, this kind of life it’s fun. We get into the venue it’s is absolutely beautiful. The woman of cause are dressed in their gowns while the men looked gentleman like in their tuxedos.

Jacob’s body becomes rigid beside me suddenly. I look at him. His eyes seem fixated on one spot. I follow his gaze. I see a woman in a long sparkling black dress. Hair also laid on her shoulder. Copycat.

“The new couple on the block.”

I give her my best smile, then I take Jacobs hand and gave it a gentle peck. He looked down on me and kissed my cheek, almost my lip.

“Miranda, long time no see,”,he offers her his hands.

“Is this how we greet these days? “She pulls him into a hug, tugging his hand from mine.

“I haven’t seen you in forever Miranda,” I say after they let go of each other, and that’s only because I coughed.

“Oh yes, not since the Oscars two years ago. We should work together some time “

“We definitely should. You and me, we could make the biggest blockbusters of the century “

“Definitely. I’m working on something. It’s going great but it needs a little something “

“What is it about? “

“Excuse me ladies. I’ll go get us some drinks “.

He kisses me on the cheek before leaving.

“Are you leaving just like that? “

“Darling of cause not.” He leans over and kisses me very, very thoroughly.

I watch as he slowly disappeared among the crowd, my hand goes to my lip unconsciously.

“Where were we?” I gulped

“My latest work. It’s about a dog, a talking dog.”

“That sounds amazing “,it does not. People are long over that. I don’t say much about the upcoming movie. Why should I? I am working on the bestselling novel The Cruel Prince and here she is telling me about telling me about talking dogs. I can’t wait for the next Oscars.

“Oh there he is” I follow her gaze and see a man, almost as tall as Jakob. Blond hair, black eyes. Beautiful, just not as.

“Meet my boyfriend, Samuel “

“Hi, I’m Catherine, Nice to meet you”

“Wonderful to meet you too; call me Sam “

I smile” I’ll leave you two to it then”

They must have been such a nice fit. Obviously not-so-great minds think alike