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I Get Over the Breaks and Sometimes Stumble and Fall
After New Years, it seemed like the time just flew by, so fast that before anyone knew it, it was April. In that 4 months, Atomic Productions first movie was coming along great, and keeping to time. Despite the revelation of Seth's past with his leading actor's fiancée, the two were still getting along pretty well, but Taylor had noticed some furious testosterone pumping moments between the two. She found it funny, but she chose to laugh quietly to herself.
Summer had returned to work after her extended Christmas vacation. She had returned to endless press, advertising campaigns and meet and greets. Heure D'ete continued to boom, its products were being swept off the shelves and Summer couldn't have been happier. In February, she announced that the company, like many other great beauty brands, would foray into fashion. Since that announcement, Summer had been travelling the globe searching for a head designer to front the new campaign, but she had still not found the right person.
Seth and Summer were both so busy with work, they both found it hard to spend quality time with their partners. Spencer was always filming, as was Seth, but Shelley and Summer both knew they'd be seeing a lot less of their partners in this year.
Summer had just returned from a trip to Barcelona and entered her house, her bags being carried by her driver who was close behind. He placed them down and she handed him some money. When he'd left, she sank down onto the cream corner couch and let out a thankful sigh. After hours on a plane, even though it was first class travel, she was grateful to return to sold ground and a comfortable seat. She glanced over at the machine and saw that there were some messages on it. She sighed, reaching over to push the button.
"You have 3 new messages," the machine said, "Message number 1:"
"Hey Sum, it me, hope your trip was good and you got home safe. I wont be home until really late, sorry baby, I'll make it up to you when I can. Love you." She smiled, hearing Spencer's voice.
"Message number 2:" it continued.
"Summer! I know you'll be alone tonight, how does Chinese food and The Valley re-runs sound? Call me!" Grace had gone with Summer to Barcelona and they'd only parted half an hour ago. She made a mental note to call her back.
"Message number 3:"
"Hey Summer, hope you had a great trip. I have great news, Vogue is naming you its 'Inspirational Woman of the Year!' They want to do a photo-shoot and an exclusive interview with you for their Summer edition. I know how you feel about interviews but this will create more publicity than we could imagine. Just consider it and give me a call sometime. See you at the office!" Summer stared at the machine as the last message finished with a shrill beep. She could practically hear the excitement in her new LA Assistant Lauren's voice as she'd called.
Vogue, the Bible of all women's magazines had named her their 'Inspirational Woman of the Year'. Such an honour bestowed upon stars such as Kate Moss, Coco Chanel, Vera Wang and Tyra Banks. Women who were true icons, women who Summer looked up to herself. She sat up, trying to catch her breath. She loathed interviews and had never done one with a glossy magazine. She was petrified of them taking what she said and twisting it so she stayed well away, despite the generous offers she'd received. But this, this was too big to turn down. And Lauren was right, think of the publicity it would generate. Especially with the fashion line on the way. Summer reached for the phone and dialled a number quickly.
"Lauren?" she said, hearing her pick up.
"I thought you'd be calling me.." Lauren smiled.
"Cut!" Seth cried. He ran his fingers through his hair, feeling very exasperated, "Lets go again!" he yelled at the people in front of him. Spencer, clad in some very torn clothes and fake blood smeared on his face following the fight scene they'd just filmed, stared at Seth.
"What? That take was fine!" he yelled over to Seth.
"No it wasn't, it looked too rehearsed. Lets go again!" Seth commanded. Spencer threw down the towel he'd been handed to wipe the sweat off of his forehead caused by the intense lights. He strode over to where Seth sat on his directors chair.
"We've done this scene 7 times already, I think we got it," Spencer said, with a slight air of frustration in his voice.
"Spencer, no offence buddy, but directing is kinda my job. I think I know what I'm doing," Seth nodded, getting up to face him.
"Look I'm only offering my advice," Spencer replied.
"Well in future I'll ask for it okay? Now go do your job and stand in front of that camera."
"Hey, just because you're directing it doesn't mean you can talk to me like that," Spencer said angrily.
"Oh really? Well either file a complaint or help me get this take right." The two guys continued to angrily stare at each other but jumped as Taylor came hurtling towards them.
"Guys! We are on the clock here, lets get this done okay?" she smiled in her Taylor way. They continued to glare at each other.
"Guys?" she repeated, her voice dashed with warning. They mumbled something under their breaths and stalked in opposite directions, leaving Taylor to sigh heavily and look at her set missing one director and one leading actor.
"Who always has to pick up the pieces? Taylor!" she said to herself before barking orders at a very scared looking assistant before walking forward onto the set to organise people.
Summer tugged nervously at the hem of her skirt as she sat in the backseat of the car. She was being driven to a studio in downtown LA, in which part of her photo-shoot would take place. It hadn't been long since she had responded to the Vogue interview and photo-shoot special on her. And ever since, she'd been nervous as hell.
Spencer had been extremely supportive throughout the course of events, despite the fact Summer hadn't seen him for over 20 minutes within the past month. This morning he'd called her and wished her the best of luck, saying he couldn't wait to see the pictures because he knew they'd be beautiful. It was things like that that made Summer glow and swell with happiness, she knew she was so lucky to have him. The movie was only one month from being completed before going into post production, which would take around 2 months. So far, the movie was scheduled to be released in late September. Summer was happy, because that finally meant she'd have Spencer back and could finally begin planning the wedding.
Summer jumped as her purse vibrated. She pulled out her cell phone and saw it was Grace who was calling.
"Hey Grace," Summer smiled.
"Hey Summer! I hope I'm not interrupting, are you there yet?"
"No, not yet, I'm in the car at the moment…"
"Are you nervous?"
"No….A little…yes…." Summer mumbled.
"Aww don't be nervous! You're going to totally rock the whole thing. Ooh, I gotta go but I'll call you later, bye honey!" Summer didn't have much time to respond before hearing the dialling tone. She placed her phone back into her bag and sat back onto the leather, sighing.
After 2 long hours in hair and makeup, Summer emerged from the dressing room in the fancy studio they were shooting pat of the shoot at. She'd already met the photographer, who was a very tall man with thick glasses. A small woman guided her over to a rail of clothes and she met with the fashion stylist who began negotiating an outfit with her. Firstly, she put on a tiny black dress and a pair of chunky black heels. Her hair was tousled and her lips were a deep shade of plum. She was directed over to a large bed which was covered with white sheets and a shiny black headboard. The photographer came over and explained they weren't going for slutty but beautiful and sexy with an air of elegance. She nodded and nervously posed on the edge of the bed. The camera clicked as she subtly smiled and looked to her right. Then she tilted her neck up and placed her hand on her knee. After only two shots, she felt like a pro. The day flew past faster than Summer could help as she changed her hair, her makeup and her clothes. But she enjoyed every single second. It wasn't nerve racking anymore, it was so much fun. After her last frame, everyone clapped and cheered and she smiled shyly, hugging the photographer in thanks. She changed and left the studio for home, feeling nothing but excited to see the results but also a twinge of anxiety as her interview, probably the most important part of this whole thing, was tomorrow. She'd arranged to meet the woman who was interviewing her at her favourite coffee shop near to her home. By the time Summer arrived home, it was dark and Spencer wasn't home, again. She smiled as Vixen came to jump onto her lap, it was becoming a regular occurrence these days, Vixen was around her more than Spencer.
The interview went pretty smoothly, Summer got on really well with the interviewer and she nervously waited for the issue to be published. A week before the publish date, Summer received an invitation to the Cover party thrown in Summer's honour. Also, behind the invitation was a copy of the front cover. Summer held it up and her hand shook as she looked at the cover, with her picture on the front. It was unreal. In a matter of weeks, she'd be on magazine stands across the country, even across the world. She fell back onto her couch and tried to catch her breath, it felt like she was spinning.
That night, Spencer came home for the first time in weeks. He'd been on location in Mexico shooting the final scenes of the movie and next weeks, he'd be shooting only one more scene before the movie wrapped. And he couldn't have been happier, neither could have Seth.
When Seth returned home that night, he saw Shelley, Ryan and Marissa sat on the floor of the living room, surrounded by take-out cartons. Shelley leapt up and hugged him when she saw him enter. She began to kiss him intensely as Ryan and Marissa giggled in the background.
"Hey Shelley, that's my brother you're kissing," Ryan joked. Shelley turned to face Ryan and glared jokily.
"So is there any left for me?" Seth asked.
"Sure, I saved you some," Shelley grinned, pulling him down to the floor where the other two sat.
"So how was Mexico?" Ryan asked.
"Stressful, but I can finally see the finish line," Seth nodded, his mouth full of noodles.
He swallowed and headed into the kitchen to get a beer. He glanced over at the island, seeing an opened envelope resting on the black marble. He looked inside and saw two tickets fall out along with a small picture, it looked like a magazine cover. Only on a second look, Seth saw it was Summer. He slowly picked up the picture and his gaze flicked over the picture. Summer was perched on the end of a bed in a tiny black dress, her gaze looking to the left and a seductive little smile on her face. His heart leapt into his mouth as he looked at her deep brown eyes and tousled hair, the short dress and her toned legs. His heart beat faster and he felt all the feelings he'd locked away begin to get out before…
"Seth? What are you doing in there?" he heard Shelley call from the next room. Seth hastily shoved the picture and tickets back into the envelope before shouting, "nothing!"
He sat down next to Shelley who rested her head on his shoulder contentedly. He quickly cleared his head of all the Summer thoughts and locked them away again in the back of his mind. He shovelled noodles into his mouth and chewed, trying to rid his mind of anything to do with Summer.
"So…" he said casually, "What's in that envelope on the table?" Seth asked.
"Oh yeah, Summer's on the cover of Vogue this month, they gave her some award for her company and there's a big interview inside apparently," Shelley shrugged. Seth nodded.
"Well they throw a party for people who get on the cover and since Marissa and me are in fashion, we get invited to these things." Marissa nodded in agreement.
"So you got tickets too?" Seth asked her.
"Yeah, you guys should come anyway, Summer's your friend and we should all be happy for her. I still can't believe she got a cover, she's so lucky and she looks beautiful on that picture," Marissa smiled proudly. Shelley nodded distantly, staying silent and picked up the empty cartons, exiting the room.
"So I guess Summer'll take Spencer then?" Seth asked out loud.
"I guess so," Marissa nodded. Seth nodded in unison and drifted off into his own world, failing to notice Shelley's jealous silence.
"Hmm, what's this place here?" Summer squinted out of the tinted car window to a club with loads of photographers squashed behind a barrier against one side of the long carpet leading to the entrance.
"That's where we're going," Spencer smiled. Summer spun to face Spencer, her mouth gaping open.
"What?" she cried.
"That's it, the Vogue Cover Party, right?" Spencer said to the driver who nodded. Summer sat back in her seat, fanning herself with her purse, breathing heavily.
"Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod!" she panted.
"Sum, calm down," Spencer smiled, squeezing her hand comfortingly, "You're going to do great, I know it." Summer nodded nervously as the car slowed down.
"Ready?" Spencer asked.
"Mmm. Just don't let go of my hand, kay?" They smiled at each other and took a deep breath as the car door opened.
Spencer climbed out and helped Summer out whilst the paparazzi began to go crazy. They yelled, cried and screamed for Summer and Spencer to look in their direction. Summer swallowed her nerves and imagined she was posing in front of her mirror like she did back in Newport when she was 14. She placed her hand on her hip and smiled for the camera's, Spencer's arm wrapped comfortingly around her waist. She pouted, smiled and laughed as they called out questions to her.
"What are you wearing?" some random person called at her.
"Chloe!" Summer called back. She totally lapped up everything that was thrown at her, it was like a surreal dream. All the times she'd watched E! and seen stars strutting up and down red carpets while people called their names, now she was living this. It made her head spin.
After 10 minutes, Summer had to be practically dragged from the carpet by Spencer and into the event. As the couple walked in, the crowded club fell silent and the crowd applauded her as she walked through to the main area. She was greeted by the editor of Vogue and a few other people she didn't really recognise. All around the room were 2 foot mock-ups of the cover and people milled around as the champagne flowed. As promised, Spencer didn't leave her side as they shook hands with countless people. Summer laughed, joked and smiled at everyone that came up to her. She was in such a good mood, nothing could ruin it.
Two hours later and several more glasses of champagne later, Summer was feeling a little tipsy. She now felt confident enough to let Spencer leave her side and she mingled with the crowd, but still desperately looking for someone she actually knew. She finished talking to some guy who was almost too gay to function and turned around when she bumped into someone.
"Oh sorry I…" she looked up and saw it was Seth.
"Hi," she smiled brightly, " And sorry, wasn't watching where I was going."
"Hey, its okay," Seth smiled.
"So, what are you doing here?" she asked, looking puzzled, "I didn't know you read Vogue, I thought you were more of an Elle kinda guy?" she joked.
"Ha-ha, Summer your wit is so sharp," he replied sarcastically, poking her arm playfully, "Shelley got tickets with her being a faithful subscriber to this magazine and also a devout fashion follower," Seth nodded.
"Oh right," Summer played with a strand of her hair.
"So.. nice picture," Seth said bluntly, glancing over at one of the cover mock-ups.
"Thanks, I think so too," Summer beamed.
"I heard you did an interview too?"
"Yep, I haven't actually read it yet, I think they're sending me a copy tomorrow…" Seth nodded silently and they looked at each other in silence. Summer knew what he was thinking.
"Don't worry Cohen, you're not in it!" Summer grinned, pushing his arm softly.
"Hey, I wasn't worried," he smiled.
They continued to talk and playfully flirt, even though they didn't really notice it. But someone else in the room totally noticed it. Shelley had been watching the two talk for nearly 10 minutes now and every second, her anger mounted. How dare that girl flirt with her boyfriend when she was in the same room! Shelley had had enough and slowly made her way across the room.
"Cohen why the hell would I mention Captain Oats in my interview?" Summer laughed.
"You know how self absorbed he is, he might feel hurt and left out!" Seth protested.
He jumped as he felt something grasp his arm. He turned and saw Shelley at his side, with a sickly sweet smile on her face.
"Oh hey Shell," he smiled. She smiled back and leaned over to plant a totally over the top kiss on Seth's lips. Summer wrinkled her nose and tried to conceal a laugh at how Seth's nose wrinkled too. Shelley finished kissing Seth and looked back over to Summer.
"Something funny Summer?" Shelley asked.
"What?" Summer asked.
"Congratulations on your cover! It looks great!" Shelley changed her tone of voice and leaned forward to hug Summer quickly.
"Oh.. um… thanks," Summer smiled, still frowning on the inside at Shelley's odd behaviour.
"Well excuse me ladies, I need another drink, you want anything?" he looked at Summer first who shook her head and then at Shelley who declined too, her anger thumping inside her body. Seth left and the two women smiled after him until he was out of sight. Summer excused herself too and began to walk away when she felt Shelley's cold fingers grasp her arm.
"Stay away from my boyfriend, he's not yours anymore and I'm sick of seeing you flirting. Just stay away Summer," Shelley snarled into Summer's ear. Summer's mouth fell open as she looked back at Shelley in shock. Shelley let go of her arm and her snarl turned into a smile.
"Love your dress," she grinned before disappearing into the crowd, leaving a very confused Summer behind her.
The next morning, Summer awoke with a very bad headache due to the amount of champagne she'd downed last night at her party. She hadn't told anyone about her odd run in with Shelley, not even Spencer, she wasn't scared or anything, she was just really confused. Shelley's mood changed faster than Summer had ever seen in anyone and it freaked her out. She laid in bed and Spencer entered the room, a few envelopes under his arm.
"Oh my interview! Is it here?" Summer cried, trying to get up but then clutching her head, remembering her hangover. Spencer flicked through the mail eventually smiling furtively.
"Special delivery for a Ms Summer Roberts, from the desk of Vogue Magazine," Spencer announced. Summer held her arms outstretched and he handed her the envelope.
"I'll make some coffee while you read it," he said, kissing her forehead softly, before exiting the bedroom. She anxiously tore open the envelope and she began to read the interview printed before her.
California reared, but a born again New Yorker, Summer Roberts is one of the nicest people you'll ever meet. Its impossible to hate this girl. She made the front pages of business newspapers the world over when she became the youngest female CEO of a beauty company that hit the $1m profit mark within a year. Ever. And now she's making front cover's of Vogue. For pretty much the same reasons. Her company, Heure D'ete (meaning Summer Time in French), was literally set up out of her New York apartment and within one year, it had become a cult beauty hit. Now, three years on, she's doing better than ever. After relocating back to LA ("I miss the New York weather, I must have been a polar bear in a past life or something!" she jokes) Summer is planning her company's furore into the fashion world.
"I'm still looking for a designer, don't get me wrong, I've been approached by loads, I'm just waiting for the right person," she explains, sipping her large latte.
We sit in a quaint little café shop in West Hollywood, close to Summer's home. Summer isn't a trashy celebrity whose face is constantly plastered on the cover of 'Us Weekly', in fact, this interview is the first she has ever done with a glossy magazine.
"There's something about telling all about your life, hopes and dreams knowing millions will read it. I guess it's a privacy issue I have but after receiving this honour, I couldn't refuse!" she smiles happily.
Summer is not only business smart, she is also breathtakingly beautiful. Her dark mocha hair frames her face perfectly, along with her matching deep brown eyes that sparkle at every catch of the light. Her style is classic but has flashes of boho and understated glamour.
"I love fashion, In 3rd grade, my best friend and I would steal our Mom's fashion magazines and look at the pretty dresses and dream of wearing them." This dream wasn't out of reach, Summer grew up in the wealthy area of Newport Beach, CA. Her father is a well known plastic surgeon and grew up surrounded by the palatial mansions of the Newport neighbourhoods. Money was never really an object to her but Summer doesn't hide the fact she was spoilt.
"I was an only child," she shrugs, "I'm not proud of being spoilt but it was the way things were, especially in our town." Attending the exclusive private school, Harbour School, Summer spent her time driving her BMW and shopping at South Coast Plaza. And she doesn't shy away from the fact that she wore Vera Wang and Givenchy to her proms.
Despite having a privileged upbringing, things at home weren't idyllic, her mother left home when Summer was 13.
"I don't really know to this day why my Mom left us. It was just a very rough period for us but it made my Dad and I the strong people we are today." Her gaze drifts away and she has the look of a lost little girl, this issue is clearly one that she feels strongly about.
"Apart from that though, I had a great childhood." I ask her if she was popular and she tries to stifle a guilty smile.
"Popular, hmmm, well I guess you could say that," she grins, "the truth is, my teenage years were very, eventful…" I know what she is referring to, as will anyone living in the area in or around Newport Beach. Summer's close friend, Marissa Cooper, notoriously shot her boyfriends brother in the back in the summer of 2005. Allegations of rape and assault were tossed throughout the trial but she eventually got off on the 'Defence of others' clause.
"Marissa was always very passionate and impulsive in her actions but she did what she had to do and I stood by her throughout the ordeal, its all in the past." I can tell that that issue is closed so I move on to another topic.
In 2006, Summer and her father left their California home for New York.
"my father and I thought it was the right idea to move somewhere new and start over. It was very hard to leave Newport, leave all my friends behind, but it worked out for the best." Of course, she's referring to her trip to the top of the ladder of success.
"I started college and hated it, I just didn't want to be there. So I enrolled in some business study classes. I hated those too so I dropped out. I did things my way." Her way was probably better than it said in any book. It took Summer around a year to get Heure D'ete fully up and running and since then, the empire has just expanded.
"I never expected this to happen, I really didn't. It was like an overnight thing, one day you're scraping by in a dark apartment, the next you're at these glamorous parties with, like, Jennifer Lopez. Its unreal." But Summer isn't one for the Hollywood parties.
"I love spending time at home, I invite my friends around and watch DVD's or snuggle up with my cat Vixen and watch The Valley re-runs," she muses. She goes onto tell me how Vixen was a gift to her from her Dad when they first moved to New York.
"I was lonely and Vixen became my companion, sad I know, but she really listens," Summer smiles. I ask her about her choice of name and she goes all secretive.
"It's just something from high-school, she reminds me of something from then, that's all."
So, let's find out about why Summer got this award in the first place. It's no secret that most of us haven't heard of her, but you probably have heard of her almost legendary make-up brand, Heure D'ete. It's that that has made her the successful entrepreneur she is today. So what's it all about?
"Heure D'ete is every woman's source for the makeup they need. Whether they're rich, poor, old or young, I make sure I cater for everyone." She does this with extra style though. Within Heure D'ete, there is an 'Essential!' range with prices starting at $1.50, the 'Feeling Flash?' range for those of us with a more liberal credit card policy and also ranges for teenage skin and older skin. Her inspiration?
"I love the timeless Hollywood age of the 30's and 40's. My icons are Marilyn Monroe and Audrey Hepburn. These women knew how to wear their clothes and look amazing all the time." This inspiration flows into her newest range of makeup, entitled 'Timeless' with its award winning 'Marilyn' lipstick and 'Audrey' mascara.
"I had lots of fun creating those products and I know its so cheesy, but I use them myself." She laughs with a true sincerity I have struggled to see in the female celebrities I've interviewed in the past.
"The other thing I love about that era was the fact that these women weren't stick thin. They had curves and that just added to their sexiness." Summer feels very strongly about the 'stick thin' culture of the female world and is in talks to set up a charity dedicated to fighting anorexia and bulimia.
"I hate the culture we live in. The half-fat and no-fat food surrounding us and the fad diets thrust in our faces. Its disgusting and unnatural. I mean a hundred years ago people didn't have half fat foods and they lived full and happy lives, well unless they caught the plague or something." I can't help but laugh, she laughs along with me, blushing slightly at her moment of ditz.
"All I'm saying is if you're going to have a burger, have a burger! Have cheese, bacon, fries and a milkshake with it. Constantly counting calories is no way to live, if you exercise, drink plenty of water then its okay to have a large chilli fries when you pass the drive-thru." She finishes off her latte and asks for another one. I can't help but feel slightly ashamed of my own calorie counting obsession because I know every word this petite brunette is saying is correct.
Change of topic I think, and I point out the dazzling ring placed on her left hand. She immediately blushes deep crimson. I thought Summer would direct off the subject and refuse to talk about her love life and impending marriage but this girl is no diva. She gets out her purse, showing me a picture of herself and a very handsome guy with chestnut hair and cobalt eyes.
"I met Spencer when I was 19, we got stuck in a lift!" she smiles, with an air of teenage puppy love in her tone.
"I'd just gotten out of a long relationship with someone I found hard to leave behind but Spencer was the perfect gentleman, he waited for me and it was like an instant thing, we just clicked." And the two have been clicking now for almost four years. Spencer Greene is a young aspiring New York actor and is currently working on 'Never Now' a movie produced by Atomic Productions.
"This is his first major movie role and I couldn't be happier, of course it meant relocating back to Cali but him popping the question was a pretty good incentive." When I ask how he proposed, she goes all shy and mumbles "I'd rather keep it to myself". I nod, but I can tell it must have been pretty romantic.
Obviously this leads me to one thing, wedding plans.
"We're currently engaged to be engaged," she nods, "No plans yet because of Spencer's movie but I pop into the occasional bridal boutique with my friend Grace, my maid of honour." All the talk of wedding plans have made Summer turn a very cute shade of crimson and you can see the excitement in her eyes. That's one of the lovely things about Summer, you can tell what she's thinking just by looking at her tell all eyes (decorated with 'Audrey' mascara, naturally).
Asking her thoughts on her award she can't do anything other than smile.
"Its something I can't really explain, I mean so many women who I admire have won this award, I felt kind of insignificant at first but then I look at a Heure D'ete stand in a store and think, yeah, I'm really doing this." Insecurities don't exist in Summer Roberts, she's fiercely intelligent, breathtakingly beautiful and her personality is addictive. Its impossible to hate this girl.
"I'm a very private person. I've been through so much over the years that its made me very unwilling to share deep secrets. You'll never see me stumbling out of a club, plastered. I'll do it at home with my fiancée." Despite this 'pledge of privacy' Summer holds so dearly to her chest, we've had a great afternoon. She's such an upbeat person who channels everything into her business. So far, its made her her fortune but she's not in it for the money.
"I don't want to come off as arrogant but my family has money. I could do something that doesn't earn much money at all and still carry my Balenciaga purse. I'm in this because I love it." And she's right, the love and passion she has for her business clearly shines through and I can't help but think it'll do the same for her impending fashion line, when she finds a designer that is. The cheque arrives and Summer pays for her two lattes and chocolate muffin with no argument, she also leaves a very generous tip. I watch her gather everything into her purse. In the process she looks at her sidekick (pink and diamond encrusted, naturally) and smiles happily. She bids me farewell, no air kiss or 'dahling', she gives me a warm hug and looks forward to the publishing of the interview. Also, she slips me her email address and says she'd love to have lunch again sometime. As she exits. I can't help but think the room is less vibrant without the force of energy known as Ms Summer Roberts. As the loveable sweetheart rises and rises I know for a fact, the world would be a darker place without Summer. ■
Summer held the letter to her chest and sighed happily. It was perfect. It gave just the right impression of her and there were no lies or anything. She fell back onto her pillows softly, breathing a sigh of relief. Everything was going so well, Spencer finishing the movie next week, the wedding plans starting, her first interview published. For once in her life, Summer felt blissfully happy and content.
She glanced over at the remaining mail and saw there was another latter for her, with a hand written address on it. She frowned, filled with curiosity and opened the envelope. After quickly scanning the letter, her blood turned to ice, her heart beat faster than ever and she reached for the phone, dialling her father's number faster than she ever had before.