Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“Not slutty,” she says, laughing. “I think they said no cleavage or not too much leg. Everything has to be respectful clothing, according to all the signs that are up and around.”
“Arms?” I ask, knowing only a small amount of skin should show. “Even when you go to the mall, you have to have the shoulders covered.”
“Arms are okay as are feet.” I laugh now. “Well, we have today off, and then we are here for four days. This is the longest stop,” I sigh, thinking about what a long day tomorrow will be. We have to be ready to interview by eight, the screening is going to be at five, and the gala starts at seven, which is mandatory. Dubai and Paris are the only premieres having galas afterward.
We get to the hotel, and I walk off the bus and into the vast lobby adorned in gold and red. After Yamina and Yolanda hand us our keys, we make plans to meet in thirty minutes. I open the door to my room, and I stop in shock. They must have given me a suite. Walking in, I see that the whole outside wall is floor-to-ceiling windows. I see a plush red sofa with a footstool—that I swear is as big as a twin-size bed—to my left. To my right sits my king-size bed in purple and gold, drapes hanging from the gold painted ceiling. I walk to the window and look out, noting where Burj Al Arab Jumeirah sits in the middle of the ocean. It’s breathtaking. I rush to change my sweater and get down to the lobby. We spend the day shopping, and when I finally get back to my room, I’m beyond exhausted. I don’t wake up at six the next day and skip my run. The interviews are also rushed, and I know the minute he comes in and gives me his fake smile that star Tyler has emerged once again . . . not the Tyler I thought was my friend. Maybe he doesn’t know how to be friends with people? Maybe he doesn’t have the ability to be friends with someone? The interview goes off without a hitch; he stays super professional, and he even thanks me at the end. I refrain from rolling my eyes at him.
The screening of the film will be held in the hotel’s huge theater on the top floor. With the gala being held on the same floor, just on the other side, that is how big this place is. It is literally its own city. I take my time getting ready and do my makeup a little heavier tonight since such an elegant gala will highlight the movie premiere. I leave my hair loose and in large wild curls. I step into the light pink chiffon dress that I bought yesterday. It’s a halter dress, so I don’t have to worry about cleavage. I zip the dress on the side and look at myself. Although it’s light pink, it has light gray, almost silver sequins across the top that look like flowers. The belt at the waist is a braid, and the bottom of the dress flows loosely to right about my knees. I sit on the bed when I put on my cream open-toe sandals and tie them around my ankles, grabbing the light gray bracelet with the high drop earrings. I take a huge breath in when my phone buzzes, letting me know it’s time to head out. I grab my small handbag, then throw my phone and key card in there. Once I make it upstairs, Yamina and Yolanda stop and stare at me. “That dress is to die for,” Yolanda says while Yamina just nods.
“Thank you, girls.” I smile at them. “Where do I go?”
“Change of plans. It seems everyone is walking the red carpet tonight. The journalists will walk together, and of course, Tyler is walking with Ella tonight. I think.” I nod. “You can wait in there.” She points at a room off the red carpet. I walk in and notice I’m the last one to arrive.
“That dress . . .” Kendall says, shaking her head. “I want to borrow it.” I laugh, admiring her stunning lilac dress. “Incoming,” she says, and I turn to see Ella walk in on the arm of Tyler. “I don’t think she’ll leave his side all night.” I look at them, seeing that she is dressed in a deep red halter-top dress so tight I don’t think she’ll be able to sit. It comes to her mid-thigh. “I guess she didn’t get the memo.” He’s dressed in a black suit, perfectly fitted, with a white dress shirt and a skinny black tie. He looks around the room, and when I know his eyes are coming to me, I turn my head to avoid his judgment.