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Through the thin wall separating our bedrooms, I could hear my roommate Alexandra going at it ferociously with her latest boyfriend. I did my makeup in record time, playing it safe with extra eyeliner and lip-gloss. No part of this book may be reproduced or utilized in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher. Outside the window, the traffic was loud and fumes drifted through the crack in the glass. I headed for the bathroom on autopilot, stood under the shower for half a minute, touched up waterproof makeup and hunted for my Gray’s bartending shirt. ” I asked lightly.“There’s a VIP party in Brentwood tomorrow night. It was the nicest thing I owned and wearing it in our small, overheated apartment with broken windows and ripped furnishings felt as fake as Hollywood could. Copyright © Copyright 2016-17 browncoffee All Rights Reserved. I’d read about it in my textbook just before the ceremony. I stared desperately down at my Dior high heels and then at the crowd.“Elle? Our eyes met.“I thought you said general knowledge,” I stalled. Refrigerator trucks were parked to one side and the doors of one were open, revealing endless cases of champagne. A huge shark tank was embedded into the far wall beside the dance floor. He let me use his jet when...”Everyone was dressed impeccably. There’s a bunch of guys going NFS with Rico’s supercar collection. Over the pounding music, I heard the faint rev of engines. ”I glanced in the direction she was looking and by then, a man had approached us. He seemed familiar and yet I couldn’t place him.“Hi,” he said. “I – don’t remember.”Pascal turned to the audience.“She doesn’t remember! I couldn’t think.“God, you really are stupid, aren’t you? The atmosphere buzzed and the taxi couldn’t get past the first gate. Fairy lights were strung between trees and perfectly manicured lawns were punctuated by glowing fountains. A .”“…it’s not great but that girl who did the Superbowl is singing later.”Another waiter. I had to admit that the champagne tasted excellent.“…he’s a real nice guy. A tumbler of what must have been scotch in his hand.
”Neil laughed and let go of me even though the song hadn’t finished. ”His mouth dragged down to my neck, warm and damp against my skin. I inadvertently caught her eye across the room and felt eternally grateful for the fact that looks couldn’t kill.“Okay,” I said. He held out his hand and I took it unthinkingly as we walked up towards the French limestone mansion. Neil’s hand felt reassuringly warm but unease filtered through me. I’d always thought there’d be an underlying seediness to sex parties; something off-putting and a little too barefaced to be pretty. I adjusted it self-consciously.“Well – thanks, I guess.”Green eyes studied me.“First time, huh? The critics had been raving about my performance since the star-studded premiere of at me. I pinned on a smile as veteran actors Pascal Knight and Lily Hampton fussed over the envelope on stage. The diamonds at her throat glittered.“And the Oscar goes to…” she paused for dramatic effect, “… ”The applause swelled, warm and rapturous like a hot summer’s night.