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Chapter 6: https://www.vingle.net/posts/2189061
The car backs out of my driveway and down the street. Once it's out of view, I walk back in the house and look at the magazine. I pull out my pictures and put it in the coffee table drawer. I make a mental note of what the gift basket has: a 500 gift card to a brand store, wine, Gala tickets, magazine, assorted chocolates, and a Thank You card from Ricky and the gang.
I think about the Gala and I pick up the tickets, I read over the fine print and it says I can bring a plus one and what the dress code is. I'm thinking about who to bring, excluding Kris, when my phone pings. I go grab my phone from the floor and look at the sender. I have an epiphany on who to bring to the Gala tonight.
I walk around feeling and looking lost, trying to find the entrance of where the Gala is being held at in the Hilton Hotel. I find the lobby and I ask the attendant and he gives me directions, I thank him and head towards the french doors. I grab my phone and check on my messages, waiting for Kris to text me and my plus one to let me know if they are here. The Gala has started 5 minutes ago, I keep following the directions and look down at my gown. I debated between 3 outfits at the mall on which one I should pick:
I chose the first one because I thought it looked good on me. It is very comfortable and easy to walk in. I used the gift card to pay for it and bought accessories too. I look like I actually belong here which makes me less nervous.
I finally found the entrance and I see the entrance of the Gala. You can tell how fancy the Gala is by the guests walking in. I text Ricky that I'm here and I receive a text from my plus one, letting me know that in 5 minutes they'll be here. As I wait, I check the interview that Kris's manager linked me to. I don't see the interviewer, Kris is facing the camera and I hear the interviewer talking and asking questions.
"How are the members doing with their English?" asks the female interviewer. I thought to myself why is she talking about the members if she interviewing Kris, is she stupid. I hear him say in a disguised annoyed voice, "As of right now, I wouldn't know since I'm not with them at the moment." He leans back a bit in the chair.
"Of course you wouldn't since you're in EXO-M and don't need to speak English in China." she gives a small laugh. "So I've heard you've been casted for some roles in the movie industry in China, is that true?"
"I've had offers but nothing concrete yet." he smirks, like if he caught the trap she laid out.
"I've also heard you have a girlfriend," Kris stiffens slightly. "Is she a singer like you or is she an actor?" Obviously the interviewer is sniffing around and trying to get a scoop. My heart is racing because I don't want him to fall for the trap but also anxious if he's going to tell them that he has one and it's not their business.
"I don't have the time for a girlfriend since my group have many scheduled appearances. If I had a girlfriend, it wouldn't work because of my work life and I wouldn't want her to feel second place." My heart felt crushed but my logic told me that's not what he really means. He's trying to deflect his relationship with me from the reporters and media. That's what I'm telling myself so I won't feel bad.
The interviewer started asking about his ideal type.
As I listened to him about going public, I knew I was being too susceptible to the interviewer's questions. I feel an arm go around my waist and I squeaked from being startled. I look around to see the person and I squeal and hug the perpetrator.
"What took you so long, Julie!"
I look her over and smile at her outfit that's so like her. Clean and simple.
"Sorry, it's so confusing that I had to stop a lot of times to ask directions," Looking around her in a star-struck awe kind of way. I smile, happy to know that I won't have to suffer this night alone. I link her arm with mine, "I'm just glad I don't have to go stag." I wiggle my eyebrows at her and she laughs.
I show my invitation to the host and they pointed me to where my table is. As we head over to the buffet line, we talk about the people that we recognize as actors and singers. I feel like people are watching me. I look around discreetly to see if I'm imagining things. I see many people looking at me. I whisper to Julie, "Do I look weird? I'm being stared at and want to know if I have something on my face."
Julie looks me up and down and focuses on my face for a moment too long and says, "If I didn't know you, I'd be staring at you too." My eyebrows raised, she continues, "You look very hot and if I wasn't straight, I'd ask you out." She giggles.
Onions with apples, I cringed at the thought of eating it. Julie manuevered us to the table that was unoccupied and I sat down next to her left. I dug in as ladylike as possible. I kept surveying the floor to see if I can recognize anyone here.
As I finished my plate, Julie catched me up on her visit from Korea til now. She's got a new job as a receptionist in a boutique and is still talking to Suho. That last bit of news had me quirk my eyebrow up and asked her how is it going with him. She told me that they are just talking, nothing serious and I gave her that don't-play-it-off-look. I was about to ask her something about LDR, when Ricky comes into view with his date following him.
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