Page 52 of One More Chance
Charlotte sidled up to the shop girl, “What’s going on?”
The shop girl whispered, “A celebrity is coming in for a dress fitting.”
“Ooh,” Charlotte whispered back, “Who?”
“I can’t say,” the girl responded. “Shall we get you out of that dress?” she looked at Megan and gestured to the fitting room.
“I never want to get out of this dress,” Megan replied. “Although I should probably wait until the wedding day to spill champagne all over it.” Megan followed the shop girl back into the fitting room and Charlotte plopped onto the couch in between Melissa and Ariel.
“There’s a celebrity coming in,” she whispered, eyeing up the bodyguard who stood sentry by the door.
“Who?” Ariel gasped.
“They wouldn’t say,” Charlotte replied and downed the last of her champagne. “Refill?” she asked, but before she could get up the bodyguard’s radio squawked and the doors to the sitting room opened. The most beautiful woman Charlotte had ever seen floated into the room on her mile-long spider legs. Charlotte had no idea who she was but assumed that she was either an actor or a model. A second bodyguard followed her in, nodded to the first and left the room, presumably to stand guard by the main door.
“Would you like a glass of champagne?” Charlotte asked the celebrity. She rubbed elbows with the wealthiest people in the country and wasn’t going to be intimidated by some stick figure woman.
“No thank you. I’m not going to be here long,” Charlotte was surprised by the twangy southern accent that came out of her mouth. She had been expecting a French accent, the woman looked like she had just flown in off the runways of Paris.
“Serena.” Jessica had returned, her face flushed. “We have the dress ready for your final fitting. Follow me.”
“I didn’t realize this was going to be a group affair,” she woman drawled as she walked toward the fitting rooms.
“Oh, they’ll be gone soon, their appointment ran a little longer than expected.”
Hell no. Charlotte thought to herself. Who did this woman think she was?
“That’s Serena Cruise” Ariel whispered.
“Never heard of her,” Charlotte quipped.
“She’s only the most famous Instagram model right now.”
“Instagram model,” Charlotte practically choked on her champagne. “She’s pretty high on her horse for being fake famous.”
“No, she’s real famous,” Ariel replied.
Charlotte opened her mouth to debate the merits of Instagram celebs, but decided to keep quiet. Megan returned to the sitting area looking more like herself in her uniform of yoga pants and a t-shirt. “Lunch?” she asked.”
The Amazonian woman loomed behind her in a gorgeous aquamarine gown. She expertly stepped around Megan, and stood in front of the three angled mirrors, snapping selfies of herself.
“That’s a beautiful bridesmaid dress,” Charlotte decided to play nice.
“Bridesmaid, what?” the girl replied without missing a beat, pursing her lips at her phone and making peace signs. “This isn’t a tacky bridesmaid dress. I’m a guest at some hick wedding.”
“Close friends of yours?” Charlotte muttered under her breath.
“No, I don’t even know them,” Serena replied, oblivious to the dig.
“Hi, guys,” Serena said to her phone. “What do you think of my dress?”
She twirled and giggled.
“It might be a bit much, but it’s better to be overdressed. Am I right?”
Her voice raised an octave at the end of each sentence, everything that came out of her mouth sounded like a question.
“She’s doing a live broadcast,” Ariel whispered.
