Paige sat back in the cushy limousine seat, concentrating hard to keep her face from betraying her excitement. She smoothed down the silky skirt of her red gown and took a deep, soothing breath, looking out the window with an expression of complete serenity. It lasted for about three seconds. Before she even realized it, Paige was on the edge of her seat again, giving her heart free reign to pound around as much as it wanted. When she'd left the house that night, she'd been concerned that she might not be able to get Phoebe and Piper's words of caution out of her mind, but she hadn't thought about her sisters in hours. She was to busy worrying about the kids and just plain too excited about this date.
The car stopped at the red light, and Paige's toe began to tap against the carpet floor. Jonathan chuckled, and she glanced over at him out of the corner of her eye. He was sitting casually in the corner, his arm draped along the top of the seat, his temple resting on the fingertips of his other hand. He smiled when he saw Paige glance his way. "How can you be so calm?!" Paige asked, throwing her hands up. "We're going to a premiere! A real movie premiere… in L.A… with stars!"
Paige had been waiting to turn into a pumpkin ever since Jonathan had ushered her onto his private jet earlier that evening. As soon as he'd sat her down in the leather airplane seat that was bigger and more comfortable then the couch in her childhood living room, he'd told her he'd been given two tickets to the opening of a new action flick in Hollywood… and then he'd apologized. Apparently he'd thought that action movies wouldn't be Paige's thing.
She'd corrected him as politely as possible. It didn't matter what the movie was. She was going to be rubbing elbows with real, live celebrities. "They're just people," Jonathan said with a quick shrug. "Oh please," Paige scoffed, slumping back and crossing her arms over her chest. "You're only able to be so casual about this b/c you've done this a million times." "I suppose," Jonathan said, unconvinced. "Come on. You can't tell me that you didn't get a little psyched the first time you were invited to one of these things," Paige prompted.
Jonathan cracked a slow grin and leaned in toward her a bit, a lock of his dark brown hair falling over his eyes." Okay. Maybe a little." His closeness sent a little shiver of delight down Paige's spine, and she had to bite her lower lip to keep from grinning too broadly. How had she gotten so lucky? Not only did she meet the most incredible guy ever, but now he was whisking her away to Hollywood! And all b/c of that little trip she went on to the supermarket, were she first met him.
The limo rolled to a stop, and Paige's heart hit her stomach. She looked out the window and found herself gazing down a long red carpet that was flanked on either by about a thousand screaming fans. Flashing light bulbs blinded her, and her pulse was racing so quickly, she was about to faint. "You ready?" Jonathan asked. "Uhhh," Came the reply. Jonathan opened his door and slammed it, knocking Paige out of her gaze. She straightened the straps on her dress and pressed her lips together, then pushed her hair behind her shoulders just before Jonathan opened her door. Paige stepped one foot out onto the red carpet, shacking like she'd just gotten out of the ocean on a cold night.
Jonathan offered his hand and she gladly took it. If she didn't she would have definitely been kissing the red carpet. "How do you feel?" Jonathan asked, slipping his arm through hers as she looked around uncertainly. "Like a poser," She answered under her breath. "No one here cares about us."
"These people are going to take one look at you, figure you're the new starlet in the movie, and beg for your attention," Jonathan said, his deep voice close enough to her ear to send yet another thrill down her spine. She laughed at his delusional claim, but it was enough of an ego boost to get her walking. Paige clung to Jonathan's arm as they slowly made their way down the red carpet. At first she had to make herself smile, the effort almost painful. But the closer she got to the open theater doors, the more natural it became. Apparently people did care that they were there. Some of the paparazzi called out Jonathans name, and he paused so they could snap a few pictures of him and Paige. By the time they'd ducked into the opulent theater, Paige was positively glowing. She couldn't see anything past the flashbulb shadows floating in front of her eyes, but for the first time in her life she knew how it felt to be a movie star.
"See? That wasn't to bad, was it?" Jonathan asked, planting a quick kiss on her forehead. Paige smiled up at him, her heart fluttering. "It definitely didn't suck."
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