Author's Note: I'll post the other idea soon in the Fall and continue with Rumors Spread Like A Forest Fire: The Revamped Version Coming Soon. &+ This one of course. This isn't as interesting but it's nice.

Btw; this scene is at the charity ball for the Catch-A-Falling Star Program (:

iguess(: -jazzy(and julie is M.I.A)

The one thing about charities William Block despised was not the advertising – he had the best publicist around Westchester – nor was it the sponsors or rich families trying to donate as much as possible to look good the press better yet known as The Westchester Elite a local magazine better yet known as the towns' own Page Six. No, he loved that.

But what he hated the most about charities was the festivities that came along with the package. Something scandalous and news-worthy always seemed to occur whenever he threw one of these blow-outs. The first time he threw a charity ball; he was photographed drunk and sang the night away with old songs from the 80's. It took three publicists and a lawyer to get that away from the press.

Then the second year he was found kissing an uninvited and quite inebriated, Pamela Anderson. Then the third time he met Nadia Callas. Now that wasn't a scandal but it sure changed his life. He realized that meeting the infamous aspiring director-slash-dancer and her also flawless daughter who was a summer dance teacher at the Westchester House of Arts would be a major publicity move. So as much as he wanted to rewrite the past and reunite with his lost daughter and high school sweetheart, he decided being successful was most important.

Now this year at the 'Catch-A-Falling-Star' charity ball he was throwing tonight, the press would be there as well as A-List celebrities and rich Westchester families. But they didn't matter. All that mattered would be his daughter, cancer victim and the poster child for the charity, Massie Block.

The press would eat the news of his unknown daughter up and it'd be printed on all the newspapers and comments from Nadia – his current wife – and how they felt about her. But William didn't hate Massie Block. He loved her. He was ecstatic she would be there representing him. Though after their awkward and rigid conversation outside of The Masquerade House – a multi-floored ballroom and the heart of all infamous events - William decided the press didn't matter for once no matter how much they were flashing their cameras and jotting down notes on who this mystery girl William was talking to was.

"So, this is the first event or outing you've had in a couple of years. How do you feel?" William tried to stir up some conversation between his daughter and him as they both sat awkwardly beside each other after deciding that they could bond alone for a few minutes as they pulled up to the Masquerade House.

Kendra Block and Nadia Rivera along with her daughter were trailing behind in a just as expensive car and William could imagine the chaos that was erupting there. He typed a text to the driver who claimed that the car was as peaceful as ever.

Jacques could never tell a lie even over his iPhone 3G – paid for by William of course.

"I feel content. I feel like each second is the last one I'll be here to experience. So I am thankful for each second to pass. Will I even make it to the ball? Or shall I die on cue? The thought is disturbing but doesn't toy with my emotions." Massie Block fiddled with the hem of her Anna Sui gown.

William Block for once took in his daughter and a smile rested upon his face. She had a mixture of his cocoa orbs and her mothers' blue ones. But her amber irises shined through the pain he knew she was feeling. She had been through so much and he had been through nothing except a few bills and such.

The smile disappeared at once.

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The Masquerade House was elegant and beautiful taking Massie and Kendra Blocks' breath right out of their Dior glossed lips. Massie grazed her hand against Kendra's and a smile flickered across her face.

"Isn't it wonderful? It's like in the books I read. This scene would be perfect for the wedding in the classic romance between star-crossed lovers." Massie dreamed for a moment then flashed back.

"Yes, it's an eye pleaser. But we're here for business and to associate with a few of your fathers' other business partners to talk about the fund," Kendra Block paused."I'm sure they'll be overjoyed to meet Williams' long lost daughter and wife." She twitched at the word wife. "Ex-wife." She corrected.

"Perhaps a bit of dancing and mingling wouldn't hurt," Massie countered. "You look divine in that Marc Jacobs dress with those Gucci heels and a touch of jewelry." She drawled, mocking Nadia and Alicia Rivera's mini-conversation in the foyer of the ballroom.

Nadia Rivera and Alicia were being impeccably polite to Kendra and Massie despite the fact the two hated the Spanish beauties. Alicia was about Massie's age and would be attending school with her at the Westchester House of Arts. Alicia claimed the two would be the best of friends.

Massie knew better than to trust her.

Kendra let out a twinkling laughter as a photographer snapped a photo of them. "Oh, Massie, just a couple of years ago we were sitting in a screwed up apartment – pardon my language – trying to figure out how we would pay your hospital bills. Now we're here wearing designers barely making it by but surviving."

Massie smiled a bit and sighed. "It's Gods' gift to me. My last few seconds of Earth and they are spent here at a ball." Kendra flashed a glare at her daughter. Death was out of the question with the mother but Massie was sure that she would be a young corpse.

"But back to the subject at hand," She whispered. "There's William with a few of his colleagues. I think he's waving you over there." She pointed out William Block chuckling in a crowd of Axe cologne and Armani suits. "It's possible you could meet a new piece of eye candy in that crowd." Massie winked.

"Massie, I swear. I'm going to need to wash your mouth out with soap if you keep talking like that." Kendra swatted at the air and walked over to the men despite the smile playing across her lips.

"Save me a dance." Massie called over the Phil Collins dancing across the air.

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Cam Fisher wasn't an escort but he wasn't a jerk either.

"Dude, this Massie chick must be some reject if no one bothered to ask her to a Block blowout." Derrick Harrington muttered as he put his Lexus 2010 Sports Car in park in front of The Masquerade House.

Cam Fisher threw a glare at his friend and let out a loose sigh. "Man, I know. But be realistic here, William Block is the man of Westchester. He could get me a freaking scholarship at Harvard if he wanted, which he will. Taking his niece to this ball or whatever could be my big break. I need this."

Derrick groaned and rested his head on the steering wheel. "I don't know the big shit about being a doctor is but whatever makes it seem so appealing must be something because I thought we agreed to be soccer stars at the World Cup."

"That was when we were freshman. We're juniors now and we need to start thinking of our future. I mean, sure you could stick to soccer but I'm a man of medicine now whether you like it or not."

"Yeah, I guess I could pursue in the music business or something."

"And when you want to come call my future secretary, make an appointment, and I'll get you some connections." Cam Fisher rested one of his infamous smirks across his face.

Derrick grumbled a string of curses. "Fine, but I get to dance with Alicia Rivera tonight so that better not end up screwed up." He muttered.

"It won't. No worries. You can dance it up with Alicia all you want." Cam laughed. "Unless, Nadia Rivera gets to you first, of course." He joked. The Westchester elite families were so close that they shared children practically. But of course, Derrick Harrington was a favorite of the parents. And Nadia Rivera was the most obsessed with the soccer star.

"That woman is a bitch in loafers." Derrick mumbled.

Derrick Harrington died when he saw Massie Block and then came back to life. She was beautiful in every angle. From head-to-toe she looked like an angel. He wanted to hold her right away. He wanted to kiss her. But no, he could never admit that he had been whipped-at-first-sight.

"Hi, I'm Cam Fisher."

That's when Derrick's world crumbled. When he realized that his best friend was the one to get all the girls and that she wouldn't even glance at Derrick once. He looked down at his white v-neck and leather jacket – borrowed from Harris Fisher – and dress shoes. Wasn't he handsome enough?

"Yeah, Derrick is a bit of a rebel. I mean, leather jackets are my thing but this is white-tie so I wouldn't want to break the rules or anything." Cam was already laughing with the angel.

Derrick could feel his fists clench together and he could see Alicia Rivera waving to him with seduction in across her face. He could feel his face turn apple red but he ignored the comment.

Cam Fisher is the ladies' man. But Derrick Harrington is the shadow. Derrick is the soccer star but Cam is the future William Block in the making. Cam has the smarts. Derrick has the wit. Massie Block is beautiful, and intelligent and not his. She'll never be his.

Derrick could see the determination in Cam's multi-colored eyes and sighed.

"I'll be with Alicia if you need me." Or want to make fun of me more, Derrick thought to himself. And like magic the words came out before he could think of them. "Save me a dance," He winked at Massie.

As he walked away, mentally slapping himself, he could almost see a smile on her beautiful face.

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filler-chapter ;x DON'T STONE ME.