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Chapter 10 – Doubt

Throughout the morning, model after model had entered the room which I was working in so I could fix them up ready for the show. Each of them spoke animatedly to me... but truthfully, I really had no idea what any of them had been saying. I had watched their lips moving as I turned their faces into perfection, but I never heard the sound that came from them. I was too wrapped up in my own thoughts... and most of them had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that the Elle show I was working towards was now only moments away from beginning.

"You okay, Ella?"

I turned towards the door and frowned, realising that even between switching models, I had been elsewhere. I was living my dream right now, and all I could think of was my best friend?

But how could I not think of him? Ever since the night that we had had our argument, we had barely said two words to each other. I had tried time and time again to speak to him, but he had hardly even acknowledged my presence when I was around, never mind spoken back to me.

It wasn't like I really blamed him, though. I deserved the silent treatment. I had, after all, basically told him that he was an asshole when it came to dating. Okay, so maybe it was the truth, but it hurt him none the less... and it hurt me too, to realise I'd done that to him.

"Ella?"

My eyes refocused on the young man who was stood leaning against the make shift door entrance, and perhaps my first smile of the day broke across my face. My last model of the day, and the one that I had been waiting for since I stepped foot in the door. Despite the fact that the whole argument between myself and Randy was over this young man, I couldn't help but be happy to see him. He used to be one of my best friends in college, not to mention he was drop dead gorgeous.

"I, err, sorry Jesse... my mind was else where," I smiled at him, admiring his extremely tight jeans, which just happened to be the only thing he was wearing.

"So I noticed," He frowned as he walked over and threw himself down on the director like chair, both of his hands on the arms as he looked my way, "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine," I nodded a little too quickly, "I'm just worried about the show, I guess. It's not everyday you have to do the make-up for Elle models. I just hope that all the critics like it."

"Ah, you don't need to worry about the critics, I never do," He wafted his hand in the air and smirked at me, "Besides, you're work is fantastic, Ella."

I felt a blush grow across my cheeks at his compliment, and I dropped my gaze to the floor. I had never been one for compliments, especially when they came from someone who looked like he did.

"Have you seen the crowd out there?"

I had seen the crowd, but it wasn't something I wanted to think about right now... because I knew it was just going to take my thought's all the way back to the beginning, back to him.

About half an hour previous to this, when I had been waiting for a late female model to arrive for her make-up, I had decided to visit the backstage area to take a look at what the catwalk looked like now it was brimming with life. I moved back the white curtain a few inches, and my eyes had instantly grown wide at what I saw. I couldn't quite believe that all of these people were here to see fashion, to see my make-up... but despite the fact that it had made me feel terrified, it still seemed right to me. Somehow, it felt like where I was supposed to be – like home. Well, all except for one thing.

I scanned the front row over and over again, looking for the familiar face that should have been in his seat by now... but it wasn't. Randy wasn't here. I sucked in my breath, hoping more than anything that he was just running a little late – because if he had decided not to come – well, just the thought of it tore my heart in two.

"Yeah, I went to take a look a couple of models ago," I looked up shyly, "There are a hell of a lot of people."

"Tell me about it," He whistled, his eyes growing wide.

"Right, like it's going to bother you, looking like that," I rolled my eyes dramatically.

"I know, I was only messing with you," He winked, before the pair of us laughed lightly, "I love the limelight."

My smile quickly disappeared and was replaced with a frown of confusion. It was strange – the man in front of me may have been called Jesse Eaton, he may have had the same voice as my old friend did, but everything else? The looks, the fact that he enjoyed the fame... it was something I had never expected from him. He was like a completely different person now.

"Jesse, what made you change?" I asked, trying my hardest to not sound rude as I backed him towards the chair so he was once again sitting down. I figured this would be an easier conversation to have if I was working on something else at the same time.

"What do you mean?" He asked as I picked up a facial wipe off the table beside me and started on his facial.

"Well, I don't want to sound rude or anything, and it's not that I don't think it's a good thing... but since the last time I saw you, you've changed so much. Back then, you never cared about good looks, or fashion, or fame – or anything like that, really," I shrugged.

"I didn't?" He rose an eyebrow, an amused look on his face, "Maybe I did, and you just didn't know."

I frowned as I watched him smiling at me, and I wondered if what he was saying was true. Had he always liked fashion, and I had never even known about it? What kind of friend would I have been to him if I had never even known what his true loves were?

"You... you've always loved fashion?" I stuttered.

He looked at me for a few moments with such a serious expression that I really believed what he was saying was true. Wow, I really had been a lousy friend. I had been too tied up with fantasising over Randy that I hadn't even found out about my other friend. The friend that I could have dated, if I hadn't wanted someone else instead...

"No," He finally broke out in a grin, shaking his head back and forth, "Well, actually... I started to look into it a little more during our last year at college, you know... when you and I didn't have classes together anymore so we didn't see each other much? I thought that, if I knew more about fashion, then maybe..."

"Maybe what?"

Once again he looked my way, but instead of his serious expression, he looked as if he were calculating something in his head. I waited patiently, studying him as he worked things out. I watched the slight pout of his lips, the lines on his forehead as he racked his brain, his beautiful gold eyes as they looked at my own, his broad shoulders, his stomach muscles...

I didn't catch myself until I saw a smirk on his lips. My face grew bright red as I threw the make-up down beside me and searched through it for the next product I needed... anything to keep me from looking his way. I'd just been completely drooling over him and he was watching me while I did it. What had gotten in to me?

Despite my utter embarrassment, the smallest of smiles grew on my lips. For the first time since I had met Randy, I was admiring a man that wasn't him. I found a man who wasn't my best friend extremely attractive... maybe I'd finally learned my lesson. Perhaps I had finally realised that it was time to move on. Randy wasn't interested in me, so why should I wait for something that would never happen?

"Nothing," He shook his head as I finally turned back around, "Anyway, I couldn't quite believe how quickly I took to it... but as soon as I had, I realised I wanted to be a part of this world, just like you always had," He smiled, lifting his hand to wave it around the room.

I shook my head lightly and smiled back at him, wondering how I had ever turned down someone like Jesse. I stayed silent as I finished off his make-up, my mind on the fact that I could have belonged to this man right now. Hell, we could have even been married... but I had ruined all those chances, because of Randy. It was all his damn fault, why did he have to be so beautiful?

"All done," I grinned at him as I put away the last of the products.

"Thanks, Ella," He grinned as he stood from the seat and once again towered over me.

"Anytime Jesse."

He stood looking down at me, and an uncomfortable silence quickly filled the room. I folded my arms across my chest and puffed air from my cheeks, trying anything to end what was going on. I wasn't quite sure why this was happening, I has never felt this awkward around Jesse before. Then again, I had never found Jesse this attractive before.

"So, umm... I know you have you're wrestling show later today, but are you doing anything afterwards?"

An automatic yes was going to leave my lips straight away, but before I opened my mouth, I managed to stop myself. Monday, after Raw, was mine and Randy's movie night... we had both told each other multiple times that unless we had work matters, we wouldn't miss it. Even Randy would turn down women on our movie night.

But were we even going to have one tonight? We hadn't spoken in five days, how could we possibly make up in a few hours to do so? I really doubted that we would, especially seeing as he hasn't even turned up to one of the most important shows of my life yet.

"Actually, Jesse..."

"Excuse me, Jesse, if you'd like to quickly make your way to the changing area, you're stylist is waiting for you," Pierre's voice sounded throughout the room, interrupting me before I had barely begun to speak.

The pair of us turned slowly to see him stood in the doorway, dressed in a very camp white suit, but looking immaculate none the less as he beamed at us.

"Sure Pierre," He nodded, before turning to look my way, "You coming to watch the show from the back?"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," I grinned up at him, before the pair of us followed Pierre from the room.

I didn't speak to either of them for the next few minutes as we walked, I was much too worried about the fact that the show was only a few minutes away from starting... and much too annoyed that my best friend wasn't even there for me.

As we reached the curtain area, all three of us separated – Pierre left to sort out the first few models who were waiting to go out on stage, Jesse went to get changed into his outfit, and I went to peer out at the crowd one last time.

My eyes skimmed the front row for perhaps the tenth time that day, but when they found someone knew, my breath caught in my throat. I watched as Randy sat with his arms crossed, his long legs dangling out in front of him, as he looked around the room absentmindedly.

How could I have ever doubted him? He was my best friend, of course he wasn't going to show on the most important day of my life so far. Despite what had happened between us, he was still here, for me.

And it just made me love him even more. I sighed lightly to myself as I let go of the curtain and took a step backwards. So it seemed, I did have feelings for Jesse now... but they were still nothing compared to what I felt for Randy.