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list off all these films I have heard of but never seen. With every title she names, I shake my head and I can hear the anger growing in her voice. Meagan stands and grabs my wrists, making me wince, before I know It I have been launched off the lounger and on to my feet. Trying to release my wrists, I pull my arms back, as I am reluctantly being dragged across the poolside. All of a sudden I am stood at the end of the pool area with my head being held in place to face the building opposite. There in front of me is a massive billboard advertising a film, staring right back at me is Trey all twenty foot of him. My jaw hits the floor. I stared at a film star’s groin, my angel is giggling into her hands and my devil is whooping and punching the air with her fist.
    Trey Thomas is lead actor in some Cult Film about werewolves or vampires or something, the name of the movie escapes me but to be honest I’m not looking at it. Even with all the makeup he is , of course, an Adonis. His eyes are animal-like and red, his hair is longer and darker, he has an evil grin and I can just make out some animal like fangs.
    Oh , wow!
    “Now do you know who he is?” Meagan interrupts
    “I haven’t watched a ny of those movies, but I,” I am dumbstruck, “I thought I recognised him, but I didn’t know he was…”
    “Screw the schematics , have you spoken since? I saw him wave and you wave back.”
    “Not spoken since,” I say trying to put my eyes back in their sockets and pick up my jaw.
    I guess I should confess to the waving fiasco, so with as much dignity I say very quietly, “He wasn’t waving at me, I thought he was so I waved back.”
    “Yeah , I saw that,” she says her voice getting higher.
    “No, well did you see Miss World standing behind me? Well , that’s who he was waving at, not me.” I cringe.
    Meagan laughs, “Wow , embarrassing.”
    “Tell me about it! ”
    “ I’m sorry but that really is so typical of you,” She says, full on, belly-laughing. From the outside I can see how funny it is and I can’t help but laugh with her, as we go and collect our things.
    I know deep down it was a one off chance meeting and I won’t see him again, except maybe in the cinema, but it made me feel better – for a while.
     
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    It ’s 8 o’clock and I’m making my way down to the hotel restaurant. I am starving, so much so my stomach is starting to think my throat has been cut and I have a hankering for steak. Whilst in the lift I take the opportunity to double check my outfit in the mirror. Ok, hair is still intact, excellent. I have attempted a loose down hairstyle with a quiff to keep my fringe off my face – it really needs cutting. I attacked my dead straight hair with a pair of straighteners to try and add some curls in here and there, I can only pray that they manage to stay in for the duration of the night.
    I am wearing a baby blue long sleeved tunic dress that is fairly short with a chunky Silver watch bangle, knowing Meagan and Lacey they will have as much skin on show as possible. Right a quick check that my opaque tights have no snags, check. Finally a quick glance that my nude wedge shoeboots have no unwelcomed tissue-tagalongs on the bottom, check - Houston we are good to go.
    The lift door opens out into the main lobby of the hotel and it is busy tonight, the usual business execs wining and dining potential clientele. It’s strange how you can spot them a mile off but this hotel has one of the best restaurants so I guess it’s a winner if you talk business here.
    I manage to walk fairly genteelly to the restaurant, descending a few stairs without falling, I think the day is finally getting better.
    The maître d of La Jardin is Pascal , he’s a forty something year old real Frenchman.
    “Goo d evening Eleanor, how are you zhis evening?” he asks me very curtly
    “I’m very good thank you Pascal, busy tonight?”
    “Ah oui Madam, apart from zee usual Monday night Ad-agency crew we have a