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last
Friday.”
     
    “I believe Mrs. Trinton
made lasagna tonight. I would love for you to join me sweetie, your
father left to pick up our outfits for the party tomorrow. He said
he’s just going to warm up a plate when he gets back.”
     
    I follow her back down the
hallway to the kitchen and can smell the lasagna before I even
reach the door. My stomach is rumbling continuously, begging to be
fed. My mother takes two plates out of the cupboard, dishes up and
joins me at the marble island.
     
    “You excited about the gala
tomorrow?” she asks as she sets my plate and fork down in front of
me.
     
    “Yes, and nervous though. I
hate going to events where I don’t really know anyone. It’s pretty
much Logan’s co-workers and business associates. Then, of course
all the models and actresses that are with the agency. The only one
I know is Megan Nelson, the one that was just in that romantic
comedy, ‘How you love me’ . ”
     
    Sitting next to me, she
takes a bite of her lasagna and smiles, “You’ll have a blast, I
know it. You’ll have Brooklyn and Reagan there, you three can dance
the night away.”
     
    It was nice visiting with my
mother and it being just the two of us. I prefer having small lunch
or dinner dates with either parent alone. I always get really
stressed out when we have a fancy sit down dinner with Logan over;
I feel like they’re always watching us, voicing their opinions so
loudly, not with their mouths but with their eyes. My father feels
Logan should have proposed by now, we’ve been dating for four years
and he feels that’s long enough to figure out if you will or will
not spend the rest of your life with someone. My mother just hates
the idea of me having premarital sex, even though it’s 2012 and I
know maybe a handful of people who actually wait until
marriage .
     
    We talk about her upcoming
tour for about an hour and I tell her all about the interview and
the photo shoot. She’s so proud of how well I am doing with my new
job; I can see it in her face when she smiles at me. After I help
her clean up the kitchen, I decide to head home, I want to get my
things ready for the gala. I wouldn’t have much time to do it
tomorrow because Brooklyn and I are having a salon and spa
day.
     
    After I get into my car, I
pull my iPhone from my purse and notice I have ten messages -eight
from Brooklyn and two from Eloise. Brooklyn’s are all asking about
Kayden and the photo shoot and Eloise has left me both a voice mail
and text raving about how thrilled she was with today’s results. I
put my cell back in my purse and start the car, cranking up the
stereo to try to drown out all the thoughts floating around in my
head.
     
    I finally pull into my
drive at six thirty, Brooklyn has already left so I decide to take
a bath and get my dress, mask and accessories ready for tomorrow.
Today has been a long stressful day but thankfully I survived, with
a very happy boss. I decide I should probably reply to Eloise, and
do so as I run my bath.
     
    “Hello Savannah, about time
you called me back,” she teases, “You were amazing today! Kayden
called my office as soon as he left the shoot. He said you and
Reagan were wonderful and he truly enjoyed the whole
experience.”
     
    “That’s great Eloise; I
think Reagan got some really great photos today. Women all over the
world are going to be dying to get their hands on the magazine when
they see those photos.”
     
    “Oh, I know!” Reagan was
editing some tonight and he sent a few to me. That man is fine!”
she said. “He’s invited me, Reagan, you and everyone else working
on the issue, to stay at his hotel the weekend after Thanksgiving.
He’s throwing a party to celebrate being on the cover of Envy. It
is going to be so much fun!”
     
    “Wow,” I breathe, “I heard
him mention something about it when he was getting ready to leave
today. He said he hoped to see me at the party he was throwing in
Houston. It sounds like it will be