A/N: Well, this seems to have gotten a good response, so I'll continue!
And, as you read this, I am updating my other stories, I swear. So look out
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Disclaimer: Disney owns Lizzie.
The Best Man
Chapter Two: Featuring Lizzie!
Lizzie stepped off the elevator and breezed through the clear glass doors into the lobby of Demure's office suite. She greeted the receptionist at the front desk, and headed towards her office. She was almost there when she heard her name called.
"Ms. McGuire." She heard a woman say. "May I see you in here for a moment?"
Lizzie turned on her heel and headed into the office of Elaine DuGrey, the head fashion editor.
"Yes?" she asked as she entered.
"Beth," she started, addressing Lizzie by her professional name. The tall brunette spun around in her chair and faced Lizzie. Her green eyes looked focused, but lighthearted. She seemed contented. "I have your next assignment."
"That's great!" exclaimed Lizzie, excitedly. She tried to look eager. The middle age woman sitting before her was one she needed to please in order to continue her success at the magazine. Lizzie was one of 3 field reporters in the fashion division. Only one was ahead of her as far as seniority: Torrie Edwards. Torrie had started a few months ahead of Lizzie, and she had been a fashion major in college. Therefore, she always got to do the feature articles while Lizzie maintained her column. But what she desperately wanted was to do a feature. Then, not only would she keep up her column, but also she'd be able to do freelance articles for other magazines. Then she could write about whatever she wanted; but she had to establish herself first.
"How does this sound?" Elaine asked. "Cannes Festival Fashions, by Beth McGuire."
Lizzie's face lit up. "Cannes?" she asked, stunned. "The Cannes Film Festival? You're giving me the Cannes Film Festival?" she was floored.
"Yes." Elaine replied. "Unless you'd like Torrie to take it."
"No, no, no." Lizzie stuttered. "I mean, of course I'll do it!"
"Wonderful." Elaine remarked. "You leave in 2 days. I've got your reservations all set. "
"Thank you so much!" Lizzie exclaimed.
She exited the office, a look of shock and sheer excitement on her face. She couldn't believe her luck. She was getting to report from Cannes, France. She would be surrounded by actors, wearing Versace, Valentino, Gucci, Prada...in France! The rest of the day went by in a flash. By the time she got home and ate dinner it had finally set in.
"I'm going to Cannes!" she screamed, running around her apartment. "I'm going to Cannes!"
She sat down on the couch, a little winded from her dance of excitement. She had already called Miranda and informed her of the excellent news, now she needed to talk to Gordo. The fashion part would bore him, but he'd be interested to hear about the films. She grabbed the phone and dialed his number.
"Hello?" he answered.
"Guess what?" she replied, in an excited voice.
"You won the lottery and you're giving all your friends a million dollars?" he asked in mocked excitement.
"Hmm, nope." She answered. "Guess again."
"A rich old aunt you never knew you had died, and she left you a million dollars?" he joked.
"Close." She replied. "Actually, I just got next issues feature fashion article!"
"Aww, Liz, that's great!" he exclaimed. "Congrats! So what are you writing about?"
"Fashion." She replied.
"Duh." He remarked. "What fashion."
"French fashion." She quipped.
"Ok, cool..."
"But not just any French fashion." She continued. "The French fashion that goes on at the Cannes Film Festival!"
"No way!" he exclaimed. "You're going to Cannes?"
"Yep." She replied.
"Lizzie, that's incredible!" Gordo remarked.
They spent the next hour discussing Lizzie's good fortune and her trip. Finally, it was time for Lizzie to go to bed.
"Well Gordo, some of us need our beauty sleep." She declared, yawning. "We can't all be as attractive as you without a couple of hours of shuteye."
"Aww, you don't need sleep to make you beautiful." Gordo told her.
"Thanks." She said, smiling. "Goodnight Gordo."
"Goodnight Lizzie." He replied.
They both hung up. Lizzie went to bed, the happiest she'd been in a while. She was going to France to write a feature article on her favorite thing: clothes. Maybe she'd even meet a cute French guy..or a cute American actor. Either way, life was good.
TBC!!!
Review!
Disclaimer: Disney owns Lizzie.
The Best Man
Chapter Two: Featuring Lizzie!
Lizzie stepped off the elevator and breezed through the clear glass doors into the lobby of Demure's office suite. She greeted the receptionist at the front desk, and headed towards her office. She was almost there when she heard her name called.
"Ms. McGuire." She heard a woman say. "May I see you in here for a moment?"
Lizzie turned on her heel and headed into the office of Elaine DuGrey, the head fashion editor.
"Yes?" she asked as she entered.
"Beth," she started, addressing Lizzie by her professional name. The tall brunette spun around in her chair and faced Lizzie. Her green eyes looked focused, but lighthearted. She seemed contented. "I have your next assignment."
"That's great!" exclaimed Lizzie, excitedly. She tried to look eager. The middle age woman sitting before her was one she needed to please in order to continue her success at the magazine. Lizzie was one of 3 field reporters in the fashion division. Only one was ahead of her as far as seniority: Torrie Edwards. Torrie had started a few months ahead of Lizzie, and she had been a fashion major in college. Therefore, she always got to do the feature articles while Lizzie maintained her column. But what she desperately wanted was to do a feature. Then, not only would she keep up her column, but also she'd be able to do freelance articles for other magazines. Then she could write about whatever she wanted; but she had to establish herself first.
"How does this sound?" Elaine asked. "Cannes Festival Fashions, by Beth McGuire."
Lizzie's face lit up. "Cannes?" she asked, stunned. "The Cannes Film Festival? You're giving me the Cannes Film Festival?" she was floored.
"Yes." Elaine replied. "Unless you'd like Torrie to take it."
"No, no, no." Lizzie stuttered. "I mean, of course I'll do it!"
"Wonderful." Elaine remarked. "You leave in 2 days. I've got your reservations all set. "
"Thank you so much!" Lizzie exclaimed.
She exited the office, a look of shock and sheer excitement on her face. She couldn't believe her luck. She was getting to report from Cannes, France. She would be surrounded by actors, wearing Versace, Valentino, Gucci, Prada...in France! The rest of the day went by in a flash. By the time she got home and ate dinner it had finally set in.
"I'm going to Cannes!" she screamed, running around her apartment. "I'm going to Cannes!"
She sat down on the couch, a little winded from her dance of excitement. She had already called Miranda and informed her of the excellent news, now she needed to talk to Gordo. The fashion part would bore him, but he'd be interested to hear about the films. She grabbed the phone and dialed his number.
"Hello?" he answered.
"Guess what?" she replied, in an excited voice.
"You won the lottery and you're giving all your friends a million dollars?" he asked in mocked excitement.
"Hmm, nope." She answered. "Guess again."
"A rich old aunt you never knew you had died, and she left you a million dollars?" he joked.
"Close." She replied. "Actually, I just got next issues feature fashion article!"
"Aww, Liz, that's great!" he exclaimed. "Congrats! So what are you writing about?"
"Fashion." She replied.
"Duh." He remarked. "What fashion."
"French fashion." She quipped.
"Ok, cool..."
"But not just any French fashion." She continued. "The French fashion that goes on at the Cannes Film Festival!"
"No way!" he exclaimed. "You're going to Cannes?"
"Yep." She replied.
"Lizzie, that's incredible!" Gordo remarked.
They spent the next hour discussing Lizzie's good fortune and her trip. Finally, it was time for Lizzie to go to bed.
"Well Gordo, some of us need our beauty sleep." She declared, yawning. "We can't all be as attractive as you without a couple of hours of shuteye."
"Aww, you don't need sleep to make you beautiful." Gordo told her.
"Thanks." She said, smiling. "Goodnight Gordo."
"Goodnight Lizzie." He replied.
They both hung up. Lizzie went to bed, the happiest she'd been in a while. She was going to France to write a feature article on her favorite thing: clothes. Maybe she'd even meet a cute French guy..or a cute American actor. Either way, life was good.
TBC!!!
Review!