𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆, jacob elordi

seven

༉‧🫧₊˚INVISIBLE STRING! ❀༉ 🧚‧₊˚.
( a jacob elordi fanfic... )
an original by louisdior

GOLDEN GLOBES RED CARPET
7:15pm
los angeles, ca

The night shimmered with anticipation as Nellie Murphy stepped out of her sleek black car, enveloped by a phalanx of vigilant bodyguards. The air crackled with excitement as cameras flashed and a chorus of cheers erupted, the fervent cries of fans and media echoing in the ambient buzz of the night. Dua Lipa, a vision of elegance, followed closely in Murphy's wake.

The luminosity of the Golden Globes marquee reflected in her eyes as she waved graciously, acknowledging the sea of admirers clamoring for her attention. Tara, Nellie's steadfast publicist, skillfully guided her through the bustling scene, creating a path for the young starlet.

"Nellie, over here!" echoed the eager calls of multitudes, a symphony of voices seeking her attention. Unfazed, Nellie gracefully pivoted, striking poses that seemed to flow effortlessly, each one a testament to her natural poise. The air hummed with the rhythmic clicks of cameras capturing every angle of the young star.

Posing with ethereal charm, Nellie artfully navigated the spotlight, her pink off-shoulder dress catching the light in a dazzling display. The air seemed to shimmer around her as she shared the frame with Dua Lipa, the two creating a tableau of elegance and contemporary style.

Moving seamlessly to the interview section, Nellie exuded a magnetic charisma that drew the gaze of every onlooker.

Nellie, with her gracious smile, positioned herself before Lola, the first interviewer, a vision in her mid-30s with long blonde hair cascading like sunlit waves. Lola's blue dress complemented her eyes, and the microphone she held bore the ET! logo, gleaming in the soft glow of the interview area.

"Speaking of one of the greats, Nellie Murphy with me right now, you look amazing," Lola complimented. The connection between the two had just begun, established mere seconds before the rolling of the cameras.

"Thank you!" Nellie responded, her smile radiant as she settled into the conversation.

"Can you tell us who you're wearing and the inspiration behind it? I mean, it's a gorgeous dress. Actually, can we get a pan down if the dress?" She directed her cameraman, who skillfully maneuvered to capture a full frame of Nellie's pink off-shoulder dress. The camera journeyed from the intricate details at her neckline, down the flowing fabric, gracefully framing her silhouette, concluding at her elegant heels,

"Yes, of course," Nellie began, her voice carrying a blend of enthusiasm and poise. "So, this dress is Vivienne Westwood, an archived piece from the 1994 collection, if memory serves me right. The inspiration behind it was, of course, Barbie. When we were brainstorming looks that resonated with the film, I was fortunate enough to gain access to their extensive storage unit."

Her hands, adorned with delicate jewelry, gracefully moved over the fabric of the dress as she continued. "With the help of Pinterest inspiration, we sifted through various options, and this one just felt perfect for the occasion." Nellie's explanation unfolded like a carefully crafted narrative.

Lola, responded with a subtle smirk, her eyes glinting mischievously. "Right, well," she began, her tone laced with playful banter, "I just wanted to show the legs because, you know, you're gonna walk home with more than maybe just a trophy, I think lots of men."