Before chapter 19 starts, I obviously haven't written in a long time but last week I got a handful of reviews encouraging me to! thank you!

It occurred to me that I may be forced to clean this mess up, Hell no. I took quick steps out of the dressing room area and kept my nose covered until I was far enough away.

It didn't seem like I would like Emily any more than Tina. What a shame. Although I felt a little bad for Emily. I hate getting sick, even though I know she drank herself to that state. I smiled a little, no longer jealous of Zach kissing Emily. Good luck. I made it over to makeup and slid up onto a counter and started to sketch in my notebook. I usually write little poems that reveal a lot of deep feelings that I don't express or I love to draw, sometimes I draw fictions people, or I redesign a building or room that I'm in. I always loved the secret passageways at school so sometimes I redesign the room I'm in with secret passageways and secret rooms.

I was shading part of the room in my sketch until I heard Andrew again.

"It's worse than that!" I heard him stress, "She's a balloon! She was already a jumbo size four!" I watched Andrew move his hands as if he was trying to depict a two week over due pregnant-with-twins woman. "Now she's an even bigger size eight!"

"Stop it." I said. "Eight isn't big at all." I hate men criticizing women's sizes. Honestly is you're in single digits I wouldn't even start to sweat it, even then who cares what size you are! Twelve? Sixteen? Who cares?

"Fine then! You try to squeeze my size four, unforgiving no stretching top of the line expensive wedding dress on Emily! Oh wait! You can't because she's head first in a toilet throwing up!" Andrew was exasperated. "No wonder you're defending her! You're a jumbo too huh?" Andrew poked at me.

What the...I am a highly trained spy, super fit with a bigger chest than what a athlete would prefer and I'm not fat by any means. "Shut up." I snapped.

he assistant director looked at me and asked in a nicer voice than Andrew, "What size are you? Really?"

I rolled my eyes, why did I have to answer? "Three," I shrugged my shoulders, "Four depending on the store."

The assistant director shoved his hand in the air as is he achieved victory. "Thank god, there we go. Put the hoop skirt on the personal assistant, do the blocking with her. And we'll work with Emily when she's...sober."

With that, Andrew grabbed my wrist and pulled me to Powder, she raised an eyebrow. "Emily is puking up her guts, PA here fits the dress, put her in makeup so we can start blocking."

Powder prepped my face and pulled makeup from a cart labeled "Emily."

"I like your purple highlights" I smiled at Powder.

"Thank you, if you're ever feeling bold I'll hook you up."

I laughed, "I could never pull bold colors off."

"Sticking with dirty blonde?" I nodded yes. I couldn't move my head to nod too much as a lady I didn't know too well started to work on my hair.

"Glad the reporter wasn't on set today, real trinity of stars; ego, drunk and Zach." Powder said as she finished up my makeup. "There ya go!"

I hopped off the chair, "Thanks!"

I walked over to Andrew, "I'm ready."

He was not his pristine self. His hair was a mess, his shirt was half untucked and he was typing so fast across the iPad mini in his hands. "This is a disaster! Are you sure you're a three? You don't look like it. I can squeeze you in if you're close."

"I'll be fine." I followed Andrew to the dressing room area. I was a little slow, hesitant to see how this area was now.

But instead I was greeted with a few guys in tuxedos, as well as Zach in a tux. God he looked so good.

Andrew tugged on my wrist, "Come on, don't get distracted we're running late."

Andrew threw me to a mobile dressing room away from the guys. Zach waved to me and I waved back, he started to walk towards me but was pulled back by an assistant trying to get him his bow tie. Everyone was buzzing about the drama that happened this morning but Zach seemed bored and unamused.

Andrew shoved me into the mobile dressing room and shut the door. There was a rack with a garment bag hanging in there labeled wedding dress. And a frame work of the boob sitting there too.

"Frame work goes on first." Andrew said as he stepped away and turned around to give me somewhat a bit of privacy. I slipped off my jeans and pulled the hoop on. Next I lost my shirt and put the corset on. I couldn't help that my red bra was showing and I couldn't clip the corset shut, or pull the strings right in the back. "Okay." I said and Andrew tuned around. He let out a long sigh of relief. "It fits." Then his hands went to the hooks by my shoulder blades and started clipped the corset, "Suck it in." He said then promptly pulled the strings super tight. This his how I'll pass out, damn. And to think women used to wear these all the time, willingly.

"PA!" Andrew called, I turned but Ashley walked through the door. She helped Andrew put the dress on me. I spent s full thirty seconds in the dark while the dress was being pulled over my head. When the dress cleared I could see again. My gaze was met by Ashley's hostile eyes. "I was reassigned to costumes today."

While Andrew twittered around fixing pieces of silk, Ashley did up the numerous pearl buttons on the back of the dress.

"Really? Red?" Ashley asked as she snapped the strap of my bra against my skin.

"Ouch, don't."

"Just saying the red through the lace sleeves..." Ashley rolled her eyes.

"Cammie, off." Andrew said eyeing the red straps. My hands flew to cover my chest.

"The corset serves as a bra and the dress isn't see through at your chest." And with that Andrew took of my bra. It was the first time a guy has taken off my bra and that was not at all now I imagined it. First of all I pictured the guy doing it to be straight and my boyfriend but I guess I can't throw a fit at the moment.

The assistant director poked his head in, "Does the dress fit?"

Andrew let a small smile across his face, "Yes." He adjusted the beaded and silk bodice, "She overflows the tip a bit. Why did you order such big boobs? The trend is itty bitty titties. These with the flounce don't work too well." Andrew reached a hand to try to shove down on my boobs. I slapped his hand away.

"They're real!" I said defending myself as we walked out of the dressing room into the open area with mirrors lining the one wall.

Ashley rolled her eyes, "Sure they are."

"Who knew you had them under your t shirts?" Andrew asked.

I stood in the large three way mirror as Andrew added the finishing touches.

Zach came up and stood behind me. He whispered in my ear, "Gallagher Girl, you look stunning." I felt my cheeks get hit with his compliment. "I told my agent to work in a holiday before college."

"Good..." before I could say more the assistant director was calling for Zach to come to set.

Cutter looked at me, let out a distressed moan and cut the ruffle covering my cleavage, the thin chiffon fell to the ground and the ruffle now gone didn't emphasize my chest as much anymore.

I tuned to look at myself in the mirror. The fake eyelashes and the gorgeous gown, I felt unrecognizable. They were shooting most scenes today, and tomorrow they were going to shoot close ups with Emily. Andrew was on a search for a gown that looked like this one but in Emily's size. Ashley was sent to search with Andrew.

This bridal gown was gorgeous, I'll have to ask Powder or someone to take my picture to show my mom before I change out of it. I carefully stepped on the stage, this time I was less nervous than before. I had blocked this scene out a few times. This time there was no tape in my hand and I knew where to go. I was starting to be called the characters name and not PA, which was a significant step up.

"Walk down the aisle toward Zach, claps his hands and stare into his eyes." The assistant director turned to the sound guy, "I want music, roll the sound for the scene. I'll tell you where to mark it."

The cheesy slow wedding song played and I walked down the isle, past the fifty fake extras who were making eyes at Zach. They were only shooting me from the back and the cameras were only focusing on Zach, once Emily gets it together they'll shoot the scene again with her but her face shots.

I was nearing Zach enough To see the loving and hopeful expression across his face. The look wasn't anything like the real Zach, it was too perfected of a look for it to be the sarcastic Zach I know. I grinned harder. When I reach Zach, I took his arm and let him pull me close as a fake maid of honor took the silk flower bouquet from my bands, leaving me to stare at Zach for a few minutes. Life must be so hard if this is how you earned a living, staring at Zach whole you shot.

I whispered, "if you shoot some purple colored lizard tongue out at me right now, I'd scream." Zach tries to hold in a chuckle and his smile deepened, for a second it was a real smile. The director made us reshoot the scene a few times but eventually we got a five minute break before we moved to the bedroom scene.