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Chapter 3 – Through Masked Eyes

Emily:

I had only done one fucking photo shoot and I already felt knackered, thankfully, as soon as the clothes were off and my mane of hair was de-tangled I was free to leave. Effy had waited for me, thankfully, and as soon as I came out from my 'meeting' with Karen, we had just fucked off home to get planning on what the hell to wear to a masquerade party. The only thing I knew for certain is that we both needed to have a fucking mask on; everything else seemed to be personal choice, in which case I was fucked. Wouldn't go as far as to say I was a fashion disaster, but, I certainly wasn't as good as Katie when it came to putting on clothes...or taking them off for that matter. As soon as she had finished her solo shoot she was coming over to organise me; seeing as Effy had gone out job hunting, I was bored enough to call on my sister.

"Ok, so you need to look hot, but not as hot as me...that should go without saying..." Shopping with Katie Fitch, something that I would have once, rather stabbed myself in the eye with a red hot poker than actually do, now seemed like a necessity. I just trailed behind her, nodding every so often when she pulled out some jeans or a top that wasn't completely awful. I scoffed at how every single one of the shop managers seemed to know her by name, and how many of them were young men seeming far too eager to give her some form of discount. My sister was definitely not one to shy away from putting herself fucking out there, especially if it got her twenty percent off shoes.

"Katie, none of this stuff is...you know...out there enough..." She seemed to nod in agreement before grabbing my hand, starting off at a blistering speed out of the shop and along the high street, I had been to London a few times, mainly to avoid the horror of home during breaks from Uni, but never with a hyped up Katie at the helm. She knew what she was doing and where the fuck we were going, I just wished she would slow down...we still had the whole afternoon to get ready. Rounding another corner into another street that I still didn't have enough time to note the name of; the only thing I managed to notice was that I recognised nothing. Must be one of Katie's little secrets.

"Flawed Perfection is one of my all time fucking faves, on the Goth side of couture...but with that hair, it's bound to suit you..." I wasn't really listening to Katie mumbling on, I was more interested in the display window we had stopped outside, a lot of black, but there were hidden and rather striking colours and patterns that made my mind spin. It really was beautiful and for once I was proud that she was here to snap me out of the fixed stare I seem to have going for me. She squeezed my hand and pulled me inside, heavy music flowed out over the stereo system and I found myself lost amongst the mass of breathtaking clothes. Stopping only slightly to see that Katie had wandered off somewhere, ultimately, leaving me to deal with the fact that I was getting excited over fucking clothes by myself, before I continued on in my journey into some form of fashion heaven.

Calming myself down and bringing my attention firmly back to the task in hand, I remembered the mask I had purchased earlier from the fancy dress shop...it was simple, red mostly with some hints of black and silver glitter swirling over the front of it. The ribbon that would attach it to me was white, so in a vague effort to be almost colour coordinated I shuffled over to the, shall we say, brighter items of clothing. If the knowledge that this was my first time actually doing a proper clothes shop, with a proper purpose, wasn't enough...Katie had put the added pressure of her wanting to match into the mix. At the time yelling something about, we are twins, that's why you were hired; so we should at least make an effort. She had bought a similar mask to mine, only it was a deep blue colour, meaning that I not only had to look for something fucking hot, I had to look for something fucking hot that had something similarly gorgeous in blue. Cracking.

I started pulling things off the rails, everything I liked, didn't have a partner in marine, and anything seemingly breathtaking in blue...well you get it...I couldn't find a fucking thing that I liked.

"Got anything out the back babes?" Katie's voice found me through the break in the music and I wandered towards it, giving up on all hope of actually finding something that would look amazing. She was slumped over the checkout desk, head resting on her chin, smiling at the someone once again running around trying to bend to her every need. But it was fucking worth it, within seconds the smiling almost blonde had returned from her rummaging with identical dresses...except for the colour obviously. Today was turning out to be far too perfect, something was bound to go tits up, my life never gave me good without bad.

She turned to look at me allowing me to see the pink that was streaked through her hair and held the stunning red dress out in front of her. It was flawless, the top half of it looked like a corset, red and black lace adorned with black ribbon winding its way down towards the ruffled black that would cover my thighs...just. There was a single black fabric rose sitting neatly on top of the hidden wire that would curve smoothly around my cleavage and a single black band of material running around it, giving it the edge of distinction. It was fucking marvellous, with my black fishnets and black converse it would look just; well, as good as I could physically look.

"We'll take em..." Katie smirked at me as the girl started packing the two dresses away again, breaking our eye contact momentarily to search for her purse. We were going to look fucking aye!

Naomi:

First impressions can be wrong; really wrong. The photo shoot had been brilliant and nowhere near as contained as I thought it would have been. Freedom was key, the wilder the better and if something looked too staged, it just looked ordinary and no bloody good...it needed to jump out at you. My job was made easier by the fact that Karen was right; Pandora was fucking brilliant, really hard to control as she was as bouncy as a sugared up toddler, rattling around and completely off the walls. But brilliant nonetheless. I made the 'creative' decision to go with a photo shoot that was different to all the covers I had seen, almost sickly sweet; colours everywhere, computer generated trees and flowers in the background and the star just swirling around in the centre. I wanted it to look like something that had just fallen out of Alice in Wonderland, as if the Mad Hatter was about to round the corner and destroy everything. It just fitted, Panda, as she had insisted I call her, was ridiculously batty...but as far from being a diva as you could possibly get. Actually come to think about it, I wasn't completely sure she knew where she was most of the time; let alone what the fuck she was doing. But that was part of her mysterious beauty.

"Bonkers aye? Wonderful but well on the wonk, see you laters potaters..." Those were her parting words before she actually skipped away waving. Mental age of around five, completely outstanding at what she did and a friend I wouldn't mine making; seeing as for the entirety of the shoot I had been smiling like a fool.

The rest of the day after that had gone pretty slowly, just tinkling about on the computer putting all the finishing touches to the shoot. Karen looked over the finished product and pulled me almost head first into a hug that I think may have killed me if I hadn't squirmed a little. She uttered nothing but praise, something that I never thought I would hear coming out of her, especially for me...it was a nice feeling.

"You can start properly after the party...set you up with an old hat and her new and exciting sister. See if you can fucking rock it..." Karen's select choice of words had left me nothing but stunned, even Freddie couldn't quite believe it when I told him how nice she had actually been. Now all I had to do was dress to impress for the bash tonight, something I assumed would be harder than the past few days put together. I wasn't one for social gatherings, unless it was with Cook, now here I was getting ready for the biggest party the agency had ever thrown, every second that passed making me even more fucking nervous.

I didn't really have a costume as such, but I decided that the dress I was going to wear to prom would suffice as long as I had a mask. The dress was completely strapless, pulling effortlessly over my tits, it looked like a tastefully put together mass of tartan pleats...each one folding into the other that then looked like it had been tied in a bow on the front. Accessories were limited so I just decided to go with one of the necklaces that Freddie keeps telling me are far too chunky for such a perfectly slender neck...but I love them. Black and white stones adorned the silver chain that hung tastefully over my skin, giving me an essence of grace. Freds had bought me the mask, it was pure white, with a red single feather hanging from it like a tear, thankfully it didn't have to attach to my face it was one of those ones with a stick on it...I could just hold it up rather than messing up my hair which was neatly straightened and hanging just over my shoulder blade.

"Wow, you look...wow..." Freddie appeared in the doorway, dressed in a dinner suit, red shirt underneath just so we matched slightly and a black mask dangling from his fingertips.

"Not bad yourself..." My eyes wandered over him as he walked towards me, dropping a kiss onto my lips and allowing me to melt into the smell of his cologne. More subtle than the aftershave I fucking hated, making it a lot easier for me to cuddle into his neck for the few brief moments until we heard the beeping of the limo outside. Freddie had insisted on arriving in style, I would have preferred to just take the wagon, but thinking about it...at least having a driver allowed us both to get absolutely fuck faced...part of me however was craving for Cook to crash the party and add a dose of entertainment. Freds is a brilliant guy but at times he can be a bit of a fun sponge, but at least the knowledge that Pandora and her entertaining vocabulary was going to be there made me look forward to it.

We had already had a few glasses of wine to start the evening off right, it used to be don't show up empty handed, now it was don't show up without being a tiny bit fucked already. The way generations views change is bloody brilliant, and at the moment, in a warehouse in the middle of fucking nowhere...ours didn't give a shit. Freddie and I shared a swift kiss before wandering into main room and pulling our masks down, hiding ourselves from the world. The drugs were flowing, the lights were dimmed and everyone's arms were in the air as they swayed to the bass beats of electronic music that flowed effortlessly from the huge speakers dotted around the room. Instantly I saw Panda; even through the obvious mask, jumping up and down like a complete fucking loon, chatting to the DJ and waving for me to go over. I looked at Freddie who muttered something about going to find Karen, at least I think that is what he said, I couldn't quite catch it over the music, but we went our separate ways nonetheless.

"Whizzer party, Tommo's my boyfriend, bang-up DJ aint he..." I had to listen even more carefully, not only for her voice to get over the music and the hint of wine already roaming through my system, but to actually comprehend half of what she said. I decided to just nod, if all else fails smile and fucking nod, solves all problems...politicians should learn how to do it instead of bickering like the dickheads we know they are.

"Nice, he looks hot, fancy a drink?" She nodded before dragging me over to the hopefully free bar, ordering us a couple of shots and waiting while I got myself a beer. Quietly I waited in the awkward silence to see if the weird looking guy behind the bar was staring intensely at me because I was looking ever so gorgeous tonight; or because he wanted me to pay for my booze.

"Nice dress..." He smiled before walking away to serve someone else, leaving me to indulge in the six shots Panda had ordered us, each one tasting better than the last which probably had something to do with the fact that they were free. Panda continued to natter on about something as we got more and more fucked before wandering onto the dance floor to give everyone a show. I always knew I was a better dancer when I was completely wasted.

After a few songs, the sweat was glistening perfectly off of everyone's skin, shining faultlessly in the flashing lights and I felt fucking brilliant. Panda had given me some of the MDMA she was hiding from everyone else and I was positively buzzing, completely unable to think of anything other than moving with the music. Freddie had pissed off somewhere, Karen was nowhere to be seen either, leaving me with the crazy girl, both dancing our hearts out without a care in the world...it was refreshing to say the least. I was utterly with her, pretty damn sure that at this moment in time I would follow her to the ends of the earth and back again just for sheer shits and giggles. That did sound like a little too much effort for now, so instead she dragged me to the toilet allowing me the pleasure of holding her mask while she pissed. I'd gone from unknown photographer to friend to personal assistant in the space of two days...fucking brilliant.

Looking at my reflection in the mirror momentarily, I managed to summon some sort of focus to sweep the hair, which was stuck to my forehead, out of my face. Retaining my own attention I fluffed up the ends of my blonde locks so I didn't look completely fucked and ran my thumb over the mascara that was only just starting to fuzz up beneath my eyes. I think Panda may have passed out considering the amount of time it is taking her to pee; either that or she had escaped from the loo without me noticing her. I decided in an ultimate wave of wisdom that it would be best if I checked the floor; just in case, seeing how easy it was to spot her...it wouldn't take me long to take a quick look. Having to steady myself just before I reached the door proved to be fatal as it opened, throwing me backwards and smashing me back against one of the cubicles, waiting for the apology or for the mask to be removed so I could smash her face in...Either way was absolutely fine with me.

No apology, not even a hint of sorrow, from what my quickly sobering mind could make out she hadn't even batted an eyelid. So it was the latter of the two scenarios I was waiting for, good, it's about time I had a good bathroom brawl...but then I saw her face. It was the same fucking cow that had knocked me over outside Karen's office, there was definitely no way I was holding my tongue this time...she would feel every ounce of my slightly wonky anger.

"No way you could have seen me...right bitch?" I tried everything not to slur and I think I managed, but thinking about not stuttering and trying to sound really pissed off at the same time, whilst fucked...was no easy feat. The look in her eyes told me she got part of the message, turning round to look at me with frustration in her features.

"You were in my way...slag..." Ok, so definitely a model, fucking stroppy one at that, but no one spoke to me like that; even if they did seemingly seem to think they owned the world. Her hair colour had changed, probably so the blue dress she was wearing didn't clash with the ecstatic red I remembered her hair being. She may be decidedly gorgeous, now that I got a drunken if not slightly veiled look at her face, but she had crossed the line of arrogance I could tolerate...twice.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" She broadened her shoulders, crossed the small distance between us with ease and punched me full on, square in the face.

"I'm Katie fucking Fitch, who the fuck are you?" She tried to hit me again, but I saw a single flash of red before the pain in my head coupled with the alcohol coursing through my veins made focusing impossible.

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