8. Not all that glitters
960 Words
Hannah Jacob looked beautiful in a yellow cocktail dress that hugged her tall and slender figure, she wore a yellow diamond necklace and her blonde hair was tied in a puffed ponytail. She was my favorite actress and I decided I wasn't going to stand there and admire her from afar.
I walked over to where she was standing, talking and laughing with four other women she was surrounded by. All of them were dressed beautifully in their gowns.
"Hi!" I interrupted with a broad smile and their laughter died down as they looked at me. "My name is Jacqueline Scott," I introduced, extending my hand for a shake. "And I'm a big fan of yours." I said, but she stood there, staring me down and unmoving, so I dropped my hand feeling embarrassed, especially with the other women also staring down at me under their noses.
"I've read a lot about you in magazines and I have to say that you are awesome. I even decided to buy a TV with all of my savings because of you," I half lied. She wasn't the main reason I bought a TV, and right now I'm starting to regret my decision to come here.
Hannah Jacob looked at the other women she was with, then back at me.
"Hey Hannah, didn't you model a dress similar to this one?" one of the women asked.
"Right?" another spoke up, looking at me weirdly. "It does look ODDLY familiar, but it's not quite it."
The way they were all looking at me was starting to make me feel uncomfortable, but I tried not to show it.
"Jacqueline Scott," Hannah smirked and I smiled. "I'm not familiar with your name and certainly not familiar with the maker of this awful knockoff," she tugged at the sleeve of my dress and my smile dropped while her friend's snorted. "You see, I'm usually happy when I meet my fans. But you can imagine how much I would hate when someone who claims to be a fan is wearing a fake version of a dress I worked so hard to model," With a roll of her eyes, she let out an exasperated sigh. It felt as if my feet were glued to the ground as tears welled up in my eyes in utter humiliation when the other women laughed. "And that hideous necklace, did you get it from cheap 'r' fake?" she sneered, and the women laughed again.
"More like from, Iwanttoberichonalowbudget.com." one of the women quipped, and they shrieked with laughter.
"Stop it!" I hissed amidst the sound of their laughter and their laughter died down, tears were now pricking the side of my eyes, but I held them back.
"You didn't think you could come here to fool us with this pretty face, did you?" Hannah snorted.
"She must be a journalist in disguise," one of the women scoffed.
"Who let you in here?" the other glared at me, making me feel vulnerable.
I opened my mouth to say something back, to hurt and humiliate them as much as they did to me, but my mouth felt dry, and I felt at a loss for words. There was nothing I could say to get back at these women. They were better than me in every single way and they knew it.
I turned on my heels and ran, struggling to keep my tears from coming out. Some of the people glanced at me as I ran, but none cared to stop me and ask what was wrong. The large doors to the hall were guarded by two guards with uniforms, and they didn't stop me when I rushed out of the hall.
I couldn't let the journalists outside the gate see me and take a photo. That would mean being pasted in all the tabloids with a ridiculous title. So I turned right and kept running until I ran out of breath, so I leaned on a tree to catch my breath and let my tears fall.
I had only spent forty minutes there, yet it felt as if it was two hours, and I'm sure the embarrassment from tonight will leave me scarred forever. I went there in the hope that I could steal hearts and get to mingle with the elites only to have my heart broken by the same people I always admired.
I felt like tearing my dress into shreds, but I knew I would only humiliate myself further, so I tugged at one of the earrings and hissed at the pain before letting the earring fall to the ground.
I was about to remove the other earring when I heard footsteps approaching, and I quickly wiped my tears away.
The garden was dimly lighted, so I could only see the silhouette of a figure, but I could tell that it was a tall man with broad shoulders. What if it is a guard, and they find me suspicious? I could be thrown into jail and this would be the worst night of my life.
I watched in suspense, my breath heavy as the man kept coming closer and instead of standing in front of me, the man bent down before I could recognize him and I inhaled sharply, stepping back a little.
The man picked something up from the ground and straightened it up
"I think this is yours, miss," he said, and extended what appeared to be my earring and I looked up at his face, immediately gasping at who I saw, and my eyes widened in surprise, my mouth also agape.
He seemed unbothered by my reaction and, with a smirk on his beautifully carved face, Prince Asher took my hand and placed the earring on my palm.
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