Pam opened the door and Marti walked through the door. For whatever reason, there was the idea that I needed a PR person to promote a breast cancer charity event. Yes, I was doing an interview for W magazine and attend a couple of publicity events but it was nothing I couldn't handle. She walked in and smiled my way,
"Hello Brehan. Almost ready to go?" I nodded and put my sunglasses on,
"Ready." I could see the surprise on her face. Usually everyone was always running on my time. I don't do anything fast, at least not in public. You walk and move like the world is on your schedule and you have no concept of time.
"You really don't need to go with me Marti. It's just a magazine photoshoot and it's the only thing I'm doing today. You wasted a day coming out so soon. In fact, it's a waste of a trip. What is someone possibly going to ask me and what am I going to say?" She shook her head and smiled as we walked out the door,
"I don't know but it's my job to never let something happen. No surprises mean I'm doing my job." I could say that I was the one doing all the work since I was the one not saying anything.
I walked through the door of the studio with a bottle of water in one hand and my ringing cell phone in the other,
"Hello." I followed Marti and Pam as they led me to hair and makeup. I sat down in the chair and practically sang,
"Hi baby." It was Steven,
"Hi Brehan. How's everything so far?" The stylist came in and began to wet my hair with water from a spray bottle. She sprayed a little too close and I could feel the water on my hand,
"Watch the phone." She nodded and babbled some apology but I was thinking about Steven,
"Everything is fine. How is everything with you? Are you going to be able to make it out here?" He promised to try and make it to LA to attend the gala with me but his schedule was so full that he wasn't sure if he could,
"It's still not definite but I'm going to try my hardest." I sighed but not too loud. I didn't want him to think I was being a brat about the whole thing,
"When is it going to slow down?" He was always on the go. Always having to go to LA and Europe. Funny, when I'm out here it's never during one of his trips; our timing has been awful as of late.
"I have one more trip to Europe in a few weeks and not only will I be around more but things will be different." Things will be different? I surely hope so,
"That's great." I just needed to wait things out. I knew things would get better, I told everyone that but they didn't want to believe me. Steven and I are meant to be and finally it's going to happen.
"So, are you wearing the necklace I bought you?" I couldn't help but smile as I instinctively began to play with the necklace and the butterfly charm made of diamonds.
"Yes, I love it. It's perfect. I haven't taken it off since you gave it to me." I could hear him laugh just slightly before continuing the conversation,
"That's what I wanted to hear. How is the gala going?" It was just like him to remember everything that I was doing. Yes, he was my manager but I wasn't the only client he had.
"I have the gown fitting after this photoshoot. Sarah has it all under control." I've never talked to Sarah about my problems with Steven. I always felt the need to uphold the strong never have any problems persona that she thought I possessed. Due to the fact that I kept my mouth shut, Sarah had no animosity towards Steven and Steven had no issues with her.
"How is Sarah?" Someone came in with a little basket and lifted my leg, placing it on a footstool,
"She's great." They're giving me a pedicure and painting my toenails, which mean no shoes, which more than likely means, I'll be half naked. I don't mind partial nudity or complete nudity but it seems like every time I'm in a photoshoot that's the image they want. I don't need to be pigeonholed to one thing or my career is going to hit a stand still quick. I don't want photographers and advertisers thinking that was the only way I could be used.
"That's good. She's a good girl, I like her." What was that supposed to mean? He likes her? Stop it Brehan. Steven would never even look at Sarah like that and Sarah is completely loyal to me.
"Well, I need to get going. I'll see you when you get back to New York if I can't make it out there." I groaned, that didn't sound good,
"But you're going to try right?" He sighed just slightly,
"Of course darling. I love you." Before I could get over the shock and tell him the same he hung up. I don't know when the last time I heard him say that and it put me on a natural high. As opposed to last night when I was high as a kite in my room. Everything is great again. I love him and I love my life.
I shook my head as I stepped out of the green floor length gown,
"I don't like that at all." Sarah smiled at the assistant fashion designer for Oscar de la Renta,
"We'll be just a minute please." She nodded and walked out of the room leaving Sarah staring at me with nothing on but a thong,
"What is it?" I knew she was upset. Every dress she and the girl picked out I was dead set against and every dress I wanted Sarah shot down quickly,
"What is it? Brehan, this is a gala event. There are going to be celebrities there but it's still black tie and there are still going to be a lot of high society people. You can't show up and emcee the auction barely naked." I know I shouldn't take it personally but I do,
"There's nothing too revealing about the dresses I picked out Sare." She stared at me and shook her head slightly,
"What? I wasn't naked." She shook her head,
"Ok fine Brehan. I don't want to argue but my family is going to be there. Including both my grandmothers." Sarah had always been close to her father's mother but when her father died when she was ten she became even closer to her. She was a very prim and proper woman and Sarah never did anything too provocative out of respect for her and was really only a part time model because her family, and being near them, meant everything to her. Her mother's mother was another story, the lady was evil and she didn't hesitate to try and bring any and everyone down. It was like some sick way to make her look and feel better. She gave it to her daughter and her granddaughter the most. I've never met her but I've heard enough of Sarah's stories.
"Ok, can we compromise? I won't look like Pretty Woman if you don't make me look like Miss Daisy." She nodded and smiled,
"Deal." She groaned as I smiled,
"Just hold on. You don't even know what I'm going to say." She sighed,
"It's probably not going to be good." I picked up a black dress,
"I'll wear long and black if you let me have cleavage." She nodded her head slowly,
"Ok but cleavage not tits Brehan." I laughed,
"Alright, alright." She held a dress out for me,
�This would look amazing on you.� I frowned and she laughed,
�At least try it on first.� I grudgingly did so but I knew I wasn�t going to like it. I haven�t worn this much material at night in the form of a dress since I was ten.
Chapter 64
Stranger Than Fiction
Stories
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