It’s ‘THE’ day.
 
Denise doesn’t look upset at all, or maybe she’s just that good at covering it up. If what happened to her happens to me, I’ll just lock myself up in my room and push everyone who’s trying to help me away.
 
This gown fits perfectly, it’s just a little uncomfy because it is TOO revealing. Denise seems to not be having a problem with it at all. Of course. It’s common in her world.
 
I did not tell my boss the real reason why I asked him for my rest day. He’s gon na find out about this and I know for sure that he’s going to ask me a lot of questions.
 
One of those is, what the hell am I doing with Denise Rodrigo Morgan?
 
"Aw. You look so pretty." Denise just entered the door. She looked beautiful. "It fits you sooooo well." She touched my waist like she was examining it.
 
"You too, Denise. You’re really beautiful." She grabbed my hand and pulled me to the mirror. "We’re definitely twins." She posed, so I did too. She took out her phone and we posed for a LOT of mirror shots.
 
When we arrived at the venue. They processed us and took us to a waiting area. This waiting area is fancy. There are a lot of celebrities here too. Everyone looks nice, and they seem nice too, because they all smiled at me and most of them kissed my cheeks like they knew me. Denise introduced me to her celebrity friends too. It’s good that no one’s asking her about the article. I guess they’re used to having drama.
 
I’m glad that my boss agreed that there would be no writer's name in the article, but he asked me a lot of questions about why and if I was sure, since he’s sure that the article was going viral. I didn’t answer his question, but instead I talked myself out of it.
 
"Hello, Denise, my love." Oh my god. This person in front of us is a famous designer, really, really famous. He is a million dollar designer. "Your designer did a good job with your outfit." He examined the gown and then looked at me. "Oh, hello, my love." He steps forward to kiss me on my cheeks, and then he examines me too. Wow. "I see you brought a beautiful plus one. What model agency are you from, honey?" He asked me.
 
"Oh no. She’s not a model." Denise said. He looked shocked as his mouth turned into an O. "Really? Then what work do you have?" He asked me in a nice way.
 
"Oh, I write." I said.
"Wow. An Author, that is so great! " I’m so glad that he didn’t ask me any questions. He seems so sweet and humble, unlike other arrogant designers in the industry.
"Denise, honey, I’m so sorry for what happened." There you go. "I’m here for you, okay? And I’ll send you a beautiful package to help you brighten your day." He kissed us again in the cheeks and walked away.
 
"He’s sweet, right?" Denise ignored what he said first. "Let’s sit over there." She pulled me to a sofa. "You know, I hate what’s happening. That article caused me a lot of trouble, and I knew the paparazzi would come after me again to harass me about answering their questions."I’m so sorry, Denise. I just want to tell her that I’m sorry and that I’m the one who wrote the article, but having a celebrity friend is so rare.
 
" But that article told me the truth: the man I’m going to marry is a cheater. So I don’t really know how to feel. " I just hope that a hundred percent of her opinion is this. What I wrote helped her to find out the truth about his cheating fiancee.
 
"Hey, can I ask you a personal question?" She nodded. "Were you and Mira always like this?" I asked. I waited for her reaction carefully to see if my question would upset her, so I could take it back. Gladly, she answered me. "Oh no, we were good before. We took modeling classes together when we were 17 and lived in the same private area. One day, she got big and ignored me, then boom—" She moved her hand, imitating an explosion. "She’s a bitch."
 
An event assistant assisted us and took us to the entrance of the venue. When we entered, there were a lot of flashing cameras. "Just smile and pose." She said, "So we did some amazing poses." When we got to our table, I noticed we were seated next to a famous model, designer, actor, actress, and music Idol.
 
"This is great." I whispered.
"I know, right?" She said.
 
Everyone at our table greeted me. They didn’t bring a plus one, so I was kind of shy about talking to them directly. I scanned the room. There are more than 200 people here, but there’s no Mira, so thank God. If she’s here, she’ll talk shit about Denise all while smiling. Mira is an open bitch. As in, she doesn’t care how bad people think she is, and that makes me want to punch her. She doesn’t care about others’ feelings as long as she gets what she wants.
 
The event went smoothly. There was no Mira until the end, so Denise and I really enjoyed talking to people, most of whom were nice.
 
"How’s your boyfriend? The detective?" She asked me while we climbed inside the limo. When we were settled inside, she looked at me while waiting for my answer. "Yeah, he’s fine. Investigating a murder, I can’t tell you about the details. " I teasingly said, "because I could see on her face that she wanted more than what I said." "Oh, it must be nice to have a detective boyfriend. "Know all the tea."
 
"Exactly!" I said
"He’s telling you? Isn’t that illegal?"
"It is, but I am a trustworthy person, so..."
"Aw. I’m jealous." She removed her heels and tossed them into the vacant seat. "All I have is a cheating fiancee."
"Don’t worry, karma is real."
"I hope karma gets to him fast and Mira, faster." She laughed, and so did I.
 
Karma is real, Jess. Karma’s fast. I'm pretty sure that my karma is on the way because I lied to this nice lady next to me.
 
"Let’s go to your apartment? If that’s okay with you." She asked me to, so I agreed. This gown feels itchy now.
 
When we arrived at my apartment, she asked me to unzip her gown, then she went straight to the sofa. She must be tired with all of the talk and her dodging all the questions about that article.
jesscapri
Hey, Detective. Just got home. She’s in the apartment, where are you?
Jax would love to meet Denise since we both admire her and thinks she’s a nice person.
jaxtonarcher
Hello :(
jesscapri
Why u sad?
jaxtonarcher
You need to be with her, this will be a difficult time for her. Investigating a murder….
Why is he saying all of this? And what Murder?
I was about to send my response to Jax asking him who was murdered when I heard a noise in the living room.
It’s Denise, here phone’s on the ground. She must’ve dropped it.
She looks so shocked with her hand on her mouth. I don’t want to jump into conclusion about what murder just happened and why’s Denise like this.
Where is Mira? Why is she not in ‘THE’ ball? Why is Ocean not answering Denise?
My phone dings, it’s a message from my Boss.
Need you to come in early tomorrow. We have a big news and I want you to write about it.
Then it dings again
itsperry
Hey man heard the news? Saw u earlier. Boss needs us to come in early tomorrow. See u
Again…
alexandermorell
Yo…. for sure it’s yours again. I’m not gonna say happy writing but yeah… the news sucks :(
And again…
jaxtonarcher
FBI’s taking over the investigation since many people are going to follow this but I will be assisting them.
and it dings again for one last time
jaxtonarcher
Don’t want to say this but this murder will make her look ugly.