Hollywood

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The blonde (with a hint of rainbow) bombshell sat in the sleek, dark limousine with the most dazzling Hollywood smile. She'd been counting the days to this event ever since it was announced last years. She was hosting! It was her first job at hosting and she'd be a liar to say if her blood didn't boil with anticipation, excitement and nervousness. It felt like such a huge opportunity and responsibility, a television host! She couldn't think of anything more delightful than the opportunity to give it a try. She'd been through rehearsals of what she wanted to say and what she should do, lines she would say, how she would stand, how she'd speak- what she would wear! That'd been the hardest part, the wardrobe department. Being a model, hosting a fashion award event in which she was also a nominee- she had to look amazing! She'd had her dress custom designed especially for the event and she'd fallen so deeply in love with it! She sported it with elegantly tall kitten heels and freshly dyed shock blue hair! She gave a giggle of anticipation as the limousine stopped slowly and outside she could hear the cheers and as she peeked out the blacked out window, she saw the crowds lined-up as close as they could get to the lush rope holding them back.

"Oh my god," The shock of seeing how many people were interested in people like you and your friends never got any less strong and she looked over to Tate squirming in excitement who grinned at her. He'd been more to many more of these than his girlfriend, considering he was such a famous musician he'd gotten use to these events long ago and to him, this was no different he was just proud to see his girl take the mic."Can we go? Can we go? Can we go?" She was overdosing on anticipation as a slender man in a black suit with a bow-tie came around and opened the door wide revealing to her thousands of glittering lights and blinking cameras. Khiara squealed excitedly (forgetting her age and status) and forcing one leg out in front of the other, she shakily took her first steps on the plush red avenue.

She smiled and walked to one-side of the carpet, answering people with bright grins politely and signing anything people threw at her- including one girl's collar bone with an electric blue sharpie but that had made her laugh lightly. She scribbled Khiara Cobley over the girl's bone with a pair of kisses on the end then smiled and turned her head to watch Tate exit the vehicle with a proud smile as she watched him glide down the carpet, winking, blowing kisses and smirking as he shook hands, high-fived, autographed and charmed his audience. He moved so confidently she could have forgotten that he was the same man she woke-up with each morning, a blush crawled over her pale cheeks but she quickly forced it away by bringing a mischievous and grinning smile onto her lips. Tate walked to her side and slipped his arm around her waist which the crowd reacted to instantly and with charming smiles, they continued down the aisle together, beaming at cameras until they were swallowed out of sight by the doors.

Inside, Tate grinned over at the petite girl he had bound to his side as he accepted a glass of champagne following Khi's suit. He knew Khi was quite the drinker at times but he more than trusted her to stay sober and truly enjoy the evening for what it was rather than scandalous scenes of erratic behaviour. By tradition, they held a party afterwards anyway simply inviting back any new friends they made in the evening and a couple of pre-organised guests they knew from home. Their parties were infamous for being wild, crazy and fun which was the way both characters liked them, even a more mature and reliable Tate could find himself full engrossed in a full swing party with Khiara.

The room was decorated regally and was swamped with famous faces and celebrities, so the couple made their trouble to meet as many of them as possible because that was the sociable kind of people they were.

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[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.