The annual Hollywood Masquerade Ball was happening that year, and once again Eleanor Genevieve Fitzgerald was invited again. She didn抰 have a nickname. It was just Eleanor Genevieve Fitzgerald and nothing else.
She was only seventeen, but had leading roles in seven movies since she was thirteen, and her career just kept on going up and up everyday. The only bad thing that had happened over the four years? She had become a bit more melodramatic.
"Hello, I want my Caramel Strawberry Iced Latte now. Make sure that the cherry is removed though, I hate when they do that. It抯 only coffee, not an ice cream sundae." She told her assistant, Michelle, as she stepped out of the limo now.
"Eleanor, I don抰 think that抯 such a good idea. Number one, this is a Masquerade ball, which means masks, which means I might not be able to find you."
She stomped her Jimmy Choo heels against the pavement. She didn抰 care about them anymore, because she had only worn them twice. "Michelle, just look for my dress!"
"I抦 sorry, but Mr. Fitzgerald wouldn抰 want that. It抯 nine o抍lock at night, you might get a caffeine rush. I strictly remember your father talking to you about this. Now Frank really has to go home, but I抣l pick you up in the Range Rover at 11:30, ok? Keep your Blackberry on."
Eleanor watched as the limo slowly rolled down the driveway, but she wanted to be in that limo, going home, getting a pedicure, would be so much better than socializing with these people she hardly knew.
She had taught herself to pretend to know everyone in a room, but now that she saw all these masks and had a mask on herself, she suddenly felt meek.
"Are you sure this is going to work?" Greg Duvall whispered from a bush near the Los Angeles convention center, where the Masquerade ball was happening. He was just a simple commoner in everyone else抯 eyes, he supposed. Eighteen year olds, like himself, were supposed to be working at fast food restaurants or supermarkets, but he was the prop guy. The simple prop guy who worked on various sets, but was always ignored by the superstars. Tonight though, he was going to be like one of them.
"Look, G, this is your night to be like one of them. And none of them are going to know it抯 you, 慶uz of the mask." His best friend Bennett was always trying to think of crazy schemes for them to go on. Bennett handed Greg a piece of paper.
Greg quickly looked down and immediately knew what it was. "You forged the invitation?!?"
"Well it抯 not like they抮e going to know who did it, your wearing a mask."
"You are unbelievable," He paused and smiled, "But, thanks. I guess it抯 only for a night, right?"
"Yeah, that抯 good buddy. No go find a girl to dance with." He high fived Greg before he headed off into the double doors. He was ready, and he started to experience a confidence he had never felt in himself before.
Eleanor sat down in a comfy loveseat on the sides of the dance floor as she had a pile of croissants and sugar cookies stacked on her plate. She didn抰 know what to do,
Herve Leger V-Neck Dress Cream, she could just sit there the whole night, and she was pretty sure she would be fine. There wasn抰 any problem with just eating for once, and not having to pretend she was some anorexic joke. She watched the dancers sway back and forth in obscure patterns,
herve leger perfume samples, and tried to imagine who each of them were. But unfortunately if they didn抰 know who she was, she thought, she would definitely never figure out who they are with these masks on.
Suddenly she heard a hoarse whisper next to her ear.
"Would you like to dance with me?" A tall guy had his hand extended in front of her, and he was wearing an interesting smile. He seemed pretty attractive.
She didn抰 really want to meet anyone new. She didn抰 want to dance with anyone. She looked down at her purple chiffon dress that Marc Jacobs had designed for her, and she had no idea what she would do. But she set her plate of food aside and put on her gloves. She grabbed his hand and immediately felt an electric shock run through her veins. They walked through the crowd until they got near the middle of the dance floor. He rested his hands on her should and her waist, and she felt herself quiver just a tiny bit. She tried to smile, but it came out sort of like a smirk. But she didn抰 want to make him feel bad.
"I抦 sorry." She murmured. Then she immediately told herself she couldn抰 say sorry. She was Eleanor Genevieve Fitzgerald for one. She wasn抰 that type of girl, she couldn抰 make him think that she was one of those girls that needed help from men all the time. "I mean, nice shoes."
That was lame, she thought. But his shoes were really very nice, a dark brown leather that was kind of shiny in the light. His suit was black, and his shirt was black, so it was a black on black suit, except his tie was white.
"Same to you, except it would be rude for me to not compliment you on your dress too."
Eleanor wanted to blush badly but knew she had to keep her cool. She couldn抰 let this get to her. It was just so tempting to give in.
"Why act so cool?"
"What do you mean?" Greg felt himself stiffen a bit. Why was this girl acting so rude all of a sudden? She looked like she was nice, but he wasn抰 going to back off of her. For once he wanted to get a girl, and get exactly what he wanted. This was his only chance. "I抦 a cool guy. Why do you ask?"
"I don抰 know, it just kind of turns me off when a guy acts all cool and charming around a girl. I mean it is nice, but where is the innocence? The raw emotion?"
"I抦 emotional, but I just don抰 like to express it." He stared down at her dress, and her heels, which kind of looked a bit dirty but also pretty new. The next question kind of through Greg off guard.
"Are you a good kisser?"
"Are you a good kisser?" Why did she even ask that? She looked down at the floor again before looking up. She couldn抰 blush, because she had blush on and just blushing would make her face look beat red.
But when she looked up he was leaning towards her face. She winced but then went in for it too. It was nothing like she had expected.
Fireworks exploded above her head, it seemed, and the heavenly chorus sang.
Greg felt like he was stuck in a dream, and he knew that he needed her to kiss her again. But in a quieter place.
"Umm, do you want to go find an empty room somewhere, we can do this more in private?" 厖厖厖厖厖 COMMENT FOR PART 2!
