If Cress knew that going to the Oscars was one of the most tiring and boring things she had ever been to before she agreed to go, she would have called in sick. Sure, that would be pretty rude, and she loved her cast members and all the workers and all the other actresses and actors and directors who had worked all so hard to make their films the best to win the award, but did it have to be so long and boring? Whose brilliant idea was it to start shouting questions at her that she didn't want to answer, or had already answered in other boring interviews? Or to spend a million years walking uncomfortably down a long red carpet with people twice her age and with more to their name, who sneered down at her for being young and a 'newbie'? With people documenting her every move or criticizing the fact that she wasn't wearing some name brand?
Sometimes Cress didn't like being a movie star. After a while, it got boring, like everything else. It made her feel dizzy overwhelmed, and most of all, like a specimen under a microscope with people judging her every move.
Finally, finally, after at least thirty minutes talking to the same reporter who wasn't satisfied with her answers, Cress was able to slip into the theater that held the large event, and sat down in the seat assigned to her, twirling absentmindedly with her hands a lock of her long blonde hair that never seemed to stay where it should.
People were chattering all about her, some came up and greeted her with flashing white teeth and big names that went in one ear and out another.
Nothing held her attention for long, and Cress found herself studying the room, and the people that she was in. Her eyes scanned the crowd, and the short girl was lulled into a dull sense of disappointment, when she suddenly found a hand waving in front of her eyes.
"Hello, hello? Are you alive in there?"
Cress looked up at the man in front of her. Her breath caught. He had blond hair that was parted to the side, he had small stubble on his cheeks, and his eyes were such an intense bright blue-
"Hellooooo?"
Cress blinked, before a blush spread across her cheeks. "Oh! I'm so sorry! I was spacing out, er-"
The man chuckled, making Cress melt a little more inside. "It's fine, I don't blame you. Some of these functions can get rather tedious after a while. What's a fine lady like you doing all alone tonight of all nights?"
"I, er-" Come on, Cress! She scolded herself. Don't sound so stupid! "I didn't feel like walking around much, since the premier is going to start soon, and I don't mind being alone. I'm Cress, also. Crescent Moon Darnel, but please, call me Cress."
The man gave her a wink as he took her offered hand, and brought it up to his lips. "Carswell Thorne, although I prefer to be called Thorne. Wonderful to meet you, Cress." He pressed a light kiss to Cress's hand, and her blush was nearly fire truck red.
Thorne looked at her with sky blue eyes and a sweet smile, and he talked to her a little longer before he had to go sit down when they were beginning to start the Oscars, but not after giving her his phone number and telling her that he'd call her soon, and Cress had swooned instantly.
When the lights were just going out, she reflected everything about Carswell Thorne, and retracted her previous statement.
She had fallen in love with him.
I read all three books yesterday, fallen in love with all the characters, and Cress's ignorance but adorableness, and had to write something. Since I ship Thorne/Cress, I thought 'why not?' and here we are.
I don't own Lunar Chronicles.