Three Thousand Miles To You(2)

As quickly as my brain would function, I picked up the little white dog and ran out. Then I had to make one of the most difficult phone calls I’d ever made - I had to call my best friend and tell her that her boyfriend and her oldest girlfriend were together and that I had walked in and seen them. That it was their apartment and, that it looked as if, it had been going on for a while. And that he had been lying to her all that time, and her friend had done the worst thing a friend could ever do.

Sophie drove straight home and the fight began. Chace told her he had never cared about her anyway. He said she was a just an arrangement for the good of the business to show a united front. A purpose to make their rivals jealous, to show they had everything the best hotel, the entrepreneur son with the daughter of the hotel owner. The little trophy on his arm not only a front but also a business deal for the press, just a distraction, the one thing to put the hotel in the limelight. Therefore, the story is he says he cares for Chelsea but, unknown to her, he is using her just as he did my friend, he has now moved her into the same apartment and they are the golden couple whilst my friend hides away in shame.





Two



When we arrive in the city for the party, the blinding lights of the press are there to greet us. As we step out of the limo, I have on my black, tight mini dress and my favorite shoes, my Christian Loubotins. My hair is curled and hanging down my back, I do not usually wear much make up; just a blush, one stroke of mascara and a little nude gloss and, of course, a spray of my hidden secret my Chanel no5.

"Alanna I don’t think I can go through with this it’s too hard look at all the cameras."

"Sweetie, you look amazing just go with the flow and you have nothing to be ashamed about, you are the best.”

I wasn’t lying when I said she looked amazing she totally does, she has on a long gold tight ball gown and her hair is pushed up into a high bun she does sometimes tend to go over the score with makeup but tonight she looks great.

"Let’s go," I say as we make our way onto the red carpet in front of the building. In front of a camera Sophie is a natural, she has been at it for so long that it is like a second nature to her. Me. on the other hand, it is a little different I tend to stay away from the cameras but with Sophie by my side that is not possible.

"Alanna Hart over here,”

“Strike a pose.” I do my best as I shyly flash them a smile. Sophie on the other hand is not so shy; she always goes for the one hand on the hip, chin down, foot out pose. It really is all just for the cameras but sometimes I think that Sophie takes it a little too seriously. As we enter, I can see it is the usual crowd with a few new faces. Overall, there are around 150 guests and single-handedly I could name almost every one. Jake Harper CEO flies around on a private jet and tells everyone else what to do, Charles Vanderbilt thinks he owns the entire city, but really he is just a spoiled little man who is secretly in the closet and whose wife and daughter only care about the expensive gifts daddy brings home from Paris.

“Sophie, Marco is here,"

"What no, don’t let him see you?”

“It’s already too late he is walking over, get ready for another slanging match Alanna."

"Hey," The tall dark guy says.

"Hello Marco,” I say trying to sound cool. Marco gives Sophie a little nod.

"Hi" Sophie adds.

"So how’s it going, how have you been Alanna?"

“Fine,” I say.

“I heard what happened before Christmas that must have.” However before he can finish I jump in.

"Look Marco that really has nothing to do with you, and as far as I’m concerned it was for the best. My friend was far too good for Chace he treated her with nothing but pure hatred and disrespect."

“Alanna I was only going to say,”

“Well don’t Marco, it’s just not.”

"Just not what,"

“It is nothing to do with you.”

“But if you think Alanna, it is because you know that Chace is my friend, he tells me everything. So yeah it kind of has got to do with me."

“Really you think it does, tell me this Marco, do you really think that it was a nice thing for Chace to do?”

"Well."

“Well what Marco?” I look out the corner of my eye and I see Sophie, she is standing next to me looking like she is about to cry, her smile has faded and her eyes look desperate, I can tell she hates every moment of this conversation. With my friend’s best interests at heart, I look at Marco, the tall, dark guy that makes me feel like I am a little doll even with 6-inch heels on. I look at his big dark eyes and thick wave of dark hair; you can certainly tell he has Italian roots. Even though he is good looking, there is something about him so arrogant, so full of himself and so self-involved, that I really find him rather repulsive. I turn to look at my friend and as I take her hand, she gives me, a quick smile. As we head away, I turn to look at Marco and simply say, "Bye."