With You Again

~*Chapter 13*~

"How dare he hide a talent like this from us!"

I simply replied with an "I don't know."

"Next up! Victoria's Secret has a newcomer!" The blonde on the TV screen looked really excited. "The girl wearing that really cute mint green tassel cover-up romper is the newcomer, Bridget Kane. As of yesterday, she is dubbed as one of the hottest newcomers." She paused.

"Well, that's it for now, Stay tuned for more Today's Showbiz Buzz everyone!"

I turned off the TV and went to the kitchen to make some lunch.

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Izzy's POV

I just finished reading The Decision for the 34th time. All the emotions brought by my character is just amazing.

I placed the book in my bag as I climbed inside my pearl white Bentley. A modest car for a lady with modest nature. Anyway, today, we were going to shoot the ballet studio scene. And we're going to shoot it at some condo. To be specific, Silvercrest Residences which was in Downtown LA. My character though, works part time as a ballet teacher in The Decision. She is quite a talented girl.

"Izzy, hello!" Chris waved hello. "So, Heather and Luke will have a scene of them together in this ballet studio. Here's the script. Go get your hair and make-up done." He handed me a few papers. I was pretty sure it was in the script he sent weeks ago. Maybe he changed a few things. I shrugged it off, as I entered the elevator, heading to Alexander to get my hair and make-up done by him. When the elevator doors opened, I headed to room 325-B. There was a sign in front of the door which read, "Isabella Wilson's dressing room"

"Hello, Alexander. I was brought here by Chris to get my hair and make-up done. So, do your thing." I smiled, grabbing my Ipad and scrolled down the catalog of Victoria's Secret.

"Sure thing, sweety," He finished untangling my unkept hair. "Oyó a la señora! vámonos la gente!" He exclaimed in Spanish as he put his hands together, signaling his assistants. Oh, I forgot to mention that Sandra here, is Mexican.

While in the process of getting my hair and make-up done, someone knocked on my door.

"Who is it?" I looked up from my Ipad.

"It's Stacy." Oh it's just Stacy, the costume designer. She had green eyes, light-ginger hair and a sweet smile spread across her face. Once you get to know her, you may think you know all about her. But, there's just one thing you don't know about her. She has a fetish for people wearing chokers.

"Come in." My voice sounded as bored as ever. She came in with the outfit I'm supposed to wear for this scene. A black sleeved-leotard, a white knitted crop top sweater and a black flowy skirt which stopped at my mid thighs.

"Thanks, Stacy." I said as she placed the outfit in the clothing rack.

"Oooh! One more thing." She brought out a choker necklace from her mint-colored shoulder bag. 'There's no way I'm wearing that,'

She handed it to me with no hesitation.

"Thanks," I placed it inside my Nike bag.

A man stood behind her. "Ms Wilson, we're shooting in 5."

I put down the script Chris gave me awhile ago on the vanity table. I stood up, got dressed and after, thanked Alexander and his assistants, and made my way back to the studio. I reached the elevator, tapping the arrow going up. When it arrived I walked inside. The doors started closing as I entered. Until..

*bump*

A hand was in between the opening doors. I was startled for a moment there. It opened once more to reveal a rather dashing man in tights. It was Michael.