Breaking Point

Chapter 2

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-CFF

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~Em's PoV~

I smile to myself, dancing around the kitchen as I finish making blueberry muffins. I have cd’s playing in the other room, making tunes float across the house. I sing along to the lyrics of Shakira's She Wolf as I mix the ingredients. "Moon's awake now, with eyes wide open." I glance over at the clock on the oven. Ian will be here any minute. I carefully measure out the blueberries and add them to the batter. "I've been devoting myself to you Monday to Monday and Friday to Friday."

"And I can't tell you how happy that makes me Precious." Ian's voice startles me as he speaks directly into my ear. I jump, almost dropping my batter. His arms slip around my waist from behind as he kisses my cheek. I lean back, resting in the comfort of his arms. "Hi." I say softly. I can hear the smile in his voice as he responds, "Hi yourself." I pour the batter into a muffin pan that I can put into the oven.

"I didn't hear you come in." I say as I turn around to face him, putting down the pan. He's dressed in a white-long sleeved shirt that fits him snugly, dark skinny jeans, and blue sneakers. His hair, as per usual, is flipped across his forehead and neck, making him look incredibly handsome. He puts his hands on the counter, on either side of my waist, making me lean against the black counter. "That was my plan." He plants a kiss on my forehead, then my nose, then my cheek. He's about to kiss my lips when I duck under his arms and grab the pan of muffin batter. "What are you doing Em?" I put the pan into the heated oven, close the oven door and turn on the timer. "Making blueberry muffins." Ian smiles. "My favorite." I smile back. "I know."

I grab a wet rag and start wiping the counters, removing blobs of batter and piles of flour. Sharon walks into the kitchen, zipping up her coat as she enters, She grabs her Jeep keys. "In a hurry?" Ian asks, curious. She nods. "Incredibly. I've got ten minutes to get to the pool." She rushes past me. "See ya Em!" Ian calls out to her before she exits the house, "Don't wait up for us!" I look over at my boyfriend. "Are we going somewhere?" He looks at me strangely. "Yeah... remember? The premiere's tonight." My eyes widen. Oh no.

"That's tonight?!" Ian nods. Oh no. "I totally forgot about it." I look at the oven. "Can you watch those so I can get ready?" Ian shrugs. "Maybe. I gotta get ready too you know." I smile at him. "Yes, but I take longer than you." Ian raises an eyebrow. "Okay, most of the time I take longer than you." The eyebrow stays up. I try again. "Sometimes?" He nods. "That sounds better." I laugh, blowing him a kiss before I leave, heading for the bathroom.

I take a quick shower, saving some hot water for Ian because I know he's going to take a shower as well. I know he's a guy and all, but Ian is a man who cares about looking as gorgeous as he possibly can. He does an amazing job of it as well. Sometimes he takes as long as three hours, just fixing his hair and picking out a suit. But, I have to admit that he looks like a sex god or something when he's done. Not that I mind it of course.

Colette was surprised when I told her I wanted to do my own preparations. I know its not normal. I'm not normal. I know that Hollywood people have someone else do their make-up and pick out their clothes. She and I argued for sometime before we compromised. I'd pick out my dress and she'd find a professional to do my hair and make-up.

I slip on my robe before I leave the bathroom. I don't bother to dry my hair because I know that its a no-no. According to the list Colette gave me anyways. When I told her about my dress, she gave me a list of do's and don'ts for when I got ready to head to the salon. Apparently, there's a special salon just for actors and actresses. Its not one of those things people outside of the movie-making world know about.

I can see Ian pulling the muffins out of the oven as I enter my room. I have my dress laying on my bed, waiting for me to change into it. I love my gown. It took me quite a while to decide on the perfect one, to show Colette I could pick out an amazing outfit all on my own. And I think I did pretty well.

I carefully slip into the dress, then reach behind and pull up the zipper. I look myself over in the mirror. The dress is the color of a deep forest green, dark like an emerald. Fabric flowers sit on the left side of my chest while the other side is only fabric. A silver strap runs down the front of the bodice, down to my waist, where a couple other flowers sit, adorning my side. Ruffles are located all around the skirt, front and back. I take a small spin, seeing the dress flow in the air. Good, I won't have difficulty walking in this dress, if my heels don't give me trouble that is.

Sharon had handed me some of her emerald colored heels when I told her I needed shoes to go with the dress. I tried to protest, but they did look good with the dress, and I didn't have anything else that fit. I only hope I don't fall on my face again. Heels and I don't exactly like each other.

Once I get the shoes on my feet, and trust my wobbly legs to make it out to the kitchen without slipping, I head out of my room. Ian is in the kitchen, tasting the muffins. He is in mid-bite when I walk into the room. Ian's eyes grow wide and I give him a soft smile. "Well? What, what do you think? Does it work?" Ian nods, very very slowly, his eyes still wide. "Yes. It works. Its amazing Em. I love it. Too bad its a dress." He says, kidding. I laugh. "You can still try it on." He shakes his head. "If it was a suit... no not even if it was a suit. It looks great as a dress, looks great on you." He leans in and kisses me sweetly. "You look so beautiful." I tilt my head. "You do know my hair is all wet and my face is make-up free right?"

"That makes no difference. You still look so beautiful." I slip my arms around his waist, hugging him and rest my head on his shoulder. "Thankyou." I say quietly. Ian hugs me back, not saying anything as we stand there in the silence. I could stand here forever, having him hold me.

I look over at the clock. "Ian, we have three hours before we have to get to the salon." I slowly pull back and look at him. "You'd better get ready mister." He leans down and kisses me once more, his thumb rubbing little circles on my cheek. "Yes ma'am." He says softly. I gaze into his eyes, captivated by them. "I love you Em." He whispers. I smile now, "I love you Ian." I say before he leaves my arms, leaving to get ready for tonight.