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I spend the whole time practically glued to my seat. I love the story and the characters. I forget about everything that’s going on – the premiere and the weird interaction with Ashley and the whole doubts around the fake relationship.
I have to say that Victor looks stunning in the movie, as he always does. Dashing and charming and with reams of charisma pouring out of his ears.
Ashley is also amazing and mesmerizing. She is most definitely a star to equal the man sitting next to me.
And, in the end, there is the big climax we’re all begging for - the scene where Victor, as the hero, finally apologizes to the heroine played by Ashley. He gets down on his knees in front of her and begs for forgiveness in such a vulnerable way that it has me crying.
Oh, I like that scene the most.
It’s good to see Victor on his knees, even in a fictional setting.
And, sitting next to me, I know the actor is watching me watch the movie. I can feel his eyes never leaving me as I engross myself in the world of the screen.
And then it’s over, and I am suddenly brought down to the real world in a movie theatre in LA.
“What did you think? Victor asks me in a whisper as the credits roll.
“It’s... amazing, Victor,” I reply, breathless. “You were incredible. Truly.”
“You think?” he asks, a slight tinge of doubt crossing his pretty mind.
“Yes,” I reply, unable to comprehend how I might think otherwise.
“Good. Well, I have to do a few more interviews, unfortunately. The night isn’t over just yet.”
“That’s okay,” I say. “I understand.”
“Sorry,” he apologizes. “I’ll try to make them as short as possible and then we can get away back to mine...”
“No, it’s okay,” I reply. “That’s why we’re here at this premiere. This is the job you have to do. Let’s show you off to all these fancy people. Let’s go and win this award for you, yeah?”
“Thank you, Josie.”
“Take the time you need. I’ll be right here beside you.”
I smile at him. He smiles back.
He rises from his seat, and I follow. We squeeze to the end of the row, but we are suddenly stopped by some woman who swoops in and takes her place at our exit.
Oh?
I don’t need to look twice to realize who this woman is.
It’s Alda Penmayne.
Victor’s mother.
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“I didn’t expect you to be here, Mother,” I say to the woman blocking our exit.
My mother looks at me with a hard expression like I’m being pedantic.
And, next to me holding my hand, Josie looks terrified.
What the hell is going on?
