Chapter 152: Back at it.

I ARRIVED AT THE SCENE EARLIER THAN MOST OF THE PEOPLE. Two weeks had collapsed since we started the shoot and since Adam returned to England for the portrait.

Wearing the bracelet he got for me, I couldn't stop staring at it and laughing at myself for being paranoid over a proposal that I deeply want.

As a little girl, I've always known marriage to be a huge thing and a big responsibility and prepared for it my whole life.

Getting to imagine myself as a bride was what occupied most of my day dreams as did absolutely everything. My mother was never a good example so I promised myself to be that to my kids. The mother I never got.

"Miss DeLaRue, welcome to the set today...." The director disrupted my monologue and offered his hand for a handshake.

I looked at it twice before being engulfed by the memory of how his entire fist was in Shanice's vagina a few days back. My eyes migrated back to his face to notice the awkward expression he wore after I was taking too long to reciprocate his greeting.

"Uh...." I giggled nervously. "I think we're past handshakes...." I but my tongue while opening my arms for a hug. Dear me, what was I thinking!

I pinched my eyes as I felt his hands over my back, pushing me against his chest.

I couldn't help but look at Lauren who was doing the same and gagging all the way over the hug. I really needed rescuing.

"And please call me Eleanor...." the words escaped my mouth while my hands pushed him away.

He must've been used to hugging Sharon no wonder he wasn't letting go.

"Thanks for your generosity miss Delarue ..I mean... Eleanor...."

"Don't mention it...." I smiled and walked past him to get his stench off of me. This man sure had some money but it came along with poor taste in perfumes.

I quickly rushed to where Lauren was and she pointed me to my seat while asking the make up team to come over and start.

"I hardly knew Breenan Are was a man of your taste...." she teased offering me a latte.

"He isn't..!!" I gritted my teeth and sipped from the coffee.

"I thought so too until a few minutes ago when I saw you opening hands for a hug...." she wiggled her eyebrows in a way I so disapproved.

"Believe me, even you wouldn't want to shake a hand that's been into a vagina, now would you???" I narrowed my eyes at her.

"Wha--? Vag--Oh God...." her lips dropped and her forehead wrinkled within the second in disbelief.

"Just as I thought....." I smiled and placed the cup down.

We spent the next couple of minutes talking while waiting for the make up team to arrive.

Finally being on set was an amazing thing and I must say I almost forgot what it felt like.

Remembering how I was kidnapped and to how things escalated to my illness, I can't thank heavens enough for saving my life.

Who knows where I would've been if I wasn't rescued from that evil director and his accomplice Jeannine?

Then, I quickly pulled my palm out and studied it, carefully looking at the scar in the centre of it. My memories were fragile but I could remember clearly. His beautiful, smiling face and his kindness. His courage and boldness as he came to rescue me, his love which I felt I'd known for all my life. My hero, the man who saved my life.

He was real.

But when I told Lauren about it, she lied to me and said they found me in Adam's old Cottage out of town.

Very untrue because I had the scar on my hand to remind me I had lived in a huge palace.

I recalled seeing his face in the picture Adam showed me of the royal family and my heart skipped. Prince Philip definitely looked like the man I had been looking for. But how on earth can a prince find himself in a situation like mine and rescued me. How did he even know if be there in the first place?

How does he even know me? I know am famous but to his point? Was that even possible???

I had to call Aaron and be sure I have the prince investigated. I had to be sure. Whether he was just a lookalike or a double or the victim. I had to find out.

"I never thought you'd ever be a victim of day dreaming...." the voice I so detest echoed in my ears and I turned to find Shanice staring at me. She was looking like a porcelain doll, white faced and slightly slim, probably from the diet she's been on for the role.

"Do you really want to do this with me???" I turned to her, resting my hand on my palm looking right into her eyes.

Something about my speech scared her and she walked back a step before wanting to answer to me.

"Eleanor!! Guess who's here???" Lauren turned to me after placing her phone down. "The paparazzi are here. None specific company! They want to interview you on your role as lead model....there's a lot of them...."

"Really???" I forced a gasp and looked at her while stealing a glance to look at Shanice's reaction.

I didn't miss how her eyes narrowed in anger and suddenly watered as she expected to get the publicity that I was getting.

To be fair, she was right but it seemed the public wasn't in favour of her. Shanice was still an infamous model and needed my help to publicise her even though she wasn't ready to accept it.

"Are you ready now????" Lauren asked. "I've called your make up team. They'll be here in a second...."

Immediately, Shanice stomped her feet to the ground and turned around to leave.

"I think I'll let it slide. Let Shanice do it. she's the lead after all...." I settled back in my chair and wore my shades on.

"What???" Lauren and Shanice asked simultaneously.

"You heard me!!" I repeated.

Although I was wearing dark glasses, I didn't miss the look on Shanice's face. She was glowing and smiling.

Despite her efforts to accept my help, she was still benefitting from it. Dark as the yawning grave was she, but I didn't let myself be engulfed by it. I was light and was going to shine. I turned and saw Shanice's assistant push her towards the paparazzi after she gave me a look and I nodded in approval.

Together, they walked towards the paparazzi and I could see how they all floaked to her, ready to get even a glimpse of her.

"Eleanor, why did you do that???" Lauren asked concerned.

"She might not want to accept it but she needs my help"

"So what?? You're suddenly her Godmother?? Do you know very well that she's cooking your demise as we speak????"

"I know. I know that very well...." I smiled recalling the conversation she was busy having with her team the other day as I came looking for Adam.

Apparently, everyone is waiting for me to leak something and expose myself as the unhinged demon that I am. Unfortunately for them am a step ahead in this game.

I wasn't the same after the scandal with Jeanine. I was more careful and alert this time.

if anyone tried anything with me, I'll be ready for them.

"You know very well and what? you're giving her your spotlight....?? Argh! You're impossible!!" She threw the script to my face and walked away.

Sinking in my chair, I let out a deep breath and looked up at the sky, thinking about the handsome blonde or should I say, the handsome Thor that rescued me and saved my life.