"The thing about being bat shit insane, is that it's oddly beautiful!"
"I'm attracted to trouble like Katie Price to boob jobs!"
[font=garamond] Khiara made a swift turn when she felt Travis nearly stumble into her and she smiled dismissively to the subject. "It's fine don't sweat it," She chuckled with a smile. She recognised him from the movies and secretly she'd adored his films for years and she could remember briefly meeting him when he was out on the town with Tate but it'd been brief and she'd spent the whole time biting her tongue so she didn't ramble or fan-girl in front of him. Tate was grinning at them all and he chuckled slightly at the close-call to disaster, he could only imagine the melt-down Khiara would have had considered the hours she'd put into choosing her dress and then persuading herself to wear it and building up enough confidence, to step outside in it.
Once she thought he was out of hearing reach she turned to Tate and grinned slightly."Babe, he is so still my favourite actor," She laughed and Tate rolled his eyes slipping his arms around her and kissing her neck before withdrawing to take her hand and lead her around the room. "I don't understand why but whatever floats your boat dear," He told her lightly. He anxiously noted that she'd drank a considerable percentage of her wine already but he didn't dare comment, she'd rip his head off and feed it to Ezio (Khiara's beloved cat) which he blatantly, could do without.
He noticed a note worthy journalist who for whatever reason had a V.I.P pass to get inside the event and inwardly cringed at the thought of being noticed and spoken to. He turned his head to try and veil his identity and Khiara's but they were mobbed instantly by the journalist and her shadowing photography. The camera's flashed and Khiara melted into an instant pose and confident smirk, her hand flatteringly falling to rest on her hip, a glamorous blue sapphire the colour of her hair resting on her middle finger as she did.
"Hi, could we ask some questions?" Khiara didn't mind the attention in the slightest but Tate had a more somber attitude towards the 'paps' but he'd put with it for Khiara especially since she was always so willing to talk, it'd look bad on him if he didn't.
"Of course darling, fire away- nothing personal though, I'm feeling quite enlightened this evening," The journalist smiled and announced she wouldn't make any promises which brought a soft frown onto Khiara's lips, like she really didn't where this was going.She looked at Tate worriedly but he gestured to brush it off so she plastered a model stereotypical smile. A fake one.
"How are you feeling about presenting the awards this year?
"Overwhelmed and completely thrilled. I'm nervous as fuck-" She laughed sheepishly to the camera and Tate beamed in amusement as he listened to her, his arm tossed carelessly over her shoulder as naturally as it was to them.
But a few questions down the line, the interview took the turn for the worst that Khiara had miserably anticipated.
"So, digger deeper, are the rumours about your childhood upbringing true?"
"That's not a matter she would be willing to discuss. Let's focus on the party 'ay?" She nodded lightly thoughtfully biting her lip as she tried to evade the situation. She didn't know what to say so she smiled to the camera, let them flash their bright lights at her as she downed her champagne before them and smirked.
"Darling all you need to know at me is that I'm a blue haired Marilyn Monroe with a stronger touch of class," So she raised her lips into a smug grin and lifted her glass mockingly before the journalist before walking away across the room, not waiting for Tate, not waiting for answers as always, never waiting for anyone.