MORNING OF CELEB AMAZEMENT AWARDS

Massie paced in her closet, looking at her huge celection of dresses that she had just bought, wearing a pink fluffy robe, and sipping a vanilla latte.

"Leesh, I'm freaking out here! I'm about to meet my ex in a few hours and I have NOTHING TO WEAR!!!!" she shrieked into her Apple iPhone.

"Don't worry, Mass," Alicia said calmly. "I'll be there in a few, k?"

"Ay-sap!" snapped Massie, and she put her phone on the shelf next to her dressing room (which she used when people were there) and collapsed into a cushy leather armchair.

Since Claire left for UCIrvine, Alicia had been like a second Claire. She no longer was the Alicia who told Massie everything about everyone, including their friends, for gossip points and wanted to be better than Massie Block. She was now the Alicia who was caring, listened to Massie's every word, comforted her, and told all her deepest secrets to Massie (and vice versa).

With Alicia's help, Massie finally decided on a white Asian inspired Harkham print mini tunic dress with buble sleeves and pink floral prints, black leggings, and a pair of ultra glam gold Marc by Marc Jacobs patent platform pumps with 5 inch heels. She also had on gold hoop earrings, and her engagement ring, which she had on to flaunt.

"Ms. Block, Seth Ryans is here with the limo downstairs," came Emilie's voice over the intercom, at 1:00 pm.

"Kay," Massie replied.

"Rate me," she said to Alicia, Kristen, and Dylan.

"9.8," they all replied at the same time.

"Perf," Massie said, and she walked down the stairs.

"Heyyyyy, you," said Massie, kissing Seth on the cheek.

"You look fiiiiiine, baby," he said.

"Thank you, let's go now."

They got into the limo, and drove away. When they arrived at the awards, people were screaming, papparazzi were crowding around the stars, there were camera flashes everywhere, and celebrities like Jessica Alba and Ashton Kutcher were walking down the red carpet.

"Ready, Mass?" asked Seth, holding his hand out towards Massie. She nodded once, and their driver opened the door; they were bombed by flashes of cameras and voices.

"Massie Block! Massie Block! Look this way!"

"Ms. Block, what's it like to be in competion with Claire Lyons?"

"Seth! Seth! I love you!"

Massie smiled at every possible angle, and she slowly walked down the carpet, arm and arm with her love and fiance, Seth Ryans.

Massie walked backstage fluffing her hair, looking around for any sight of Derrington.

"Ms. Block, you and Mr. Harrington will walk onto the stage from that door. The words which you'll say will be in front of you, like a slideshow. Got it? Now, has anyone seen Derrick?" said the stage manager.

"Chill, dude, I'm here," said a voice, and Massie immediately felt nervous. She turned around slowly, and flashed her movie star smile at him.

"Derrick!" she said, sauntering over to him, hugging him.

"Block!" said Derrick, hugging her back. Then he pulled away and looked at her. Whooa. He thought, staring at her, his eyes moving down from her beautiful locks of hair, her dazzling smile, to her chest, then to the huge diamond on her ring. He quickly moved his eyes back up to her face, which was still smiling at him.

"So, how've you been?" Massie asked him, trying not to focus on his cute dimples.

"I've been good, gone pro soccer. You look like you're doing pretty good too. Top fashion designer, pretty awesome," he answered.

"Yeah," said Massie, trying not to sound boastful.

"Massie Block and Derrick Harrington to the stage in 2 minutes. Massie Block and Derrick Harrington to the stage in 2 minutes."

"Ready?" he asked.

"Given!" Massie smiled, and she gulped. Why did he have to look so hot?