Note to the part .ru/pin/790874384546456530/?nic=1 Emma at the wedding https/pp. Elena's dress .ru/pin/647744358888771299/?nic=1 Jennifer 3 POV Emma October 19. - Should I wear a necklace or not? - I spin in front of the mirror under Jen's attentive gaze. She looks great in a white wedding dress with a fluffy hem. I'm wearing a gold dress in the style of the 20s and my hair in the same style. - I don't think you need a necklace, you're beautiful as is, - Elena looks into the room. She smiles radiantly at us and is quite happy. She doesn't look like she's had a terrible past. She and Robert arrived last night and we chatted late into the night. Ellie is quite happy and I'm happy for her. I'm a little afraid of Robert, though. He's so serious, doesn't joke much and seems to carry some kind of weight on his shoulders. And he always looks at us with a bit of superiority, making it clear that we are not his equal. It's a little annoying. Man, you're a great actor, yes, but don't be an ass. You can relax for one day. We get ready and go outside, and then enter a huge white tent. Pastor Hastings is marrying Jen and Cook, and Elena and I are standing at a table with coke and liquor, chatting. Some time passes, and I decide to walk around the tent with a glass of champagne. I nod to my friends and acquaintances. And suddenly one man catches my eye. The first thing I notice is his height. Tall, smart, all in black... His jet-black hair is slightly disheveled, which adds to his charm. His age... Damn, it's impossible to tell. He looks about 40, but he might be older. He's very handsome, holds himself like a king. And it's not feigned like Robert's, but a real royal bearing, pride, majesty... My breath gets out of my chest, I drink the champagne in one gulp and feel as if he's silently calling me to him. The stranger raises his head and I catch his gaze. Lord. Almighty. Who, this, man? These eyes... Full of Darkness, secrets, power, something crazy and forbidden... I've never seen such a combination in anyone, in anyone. And with that look he beckoned me to him. I was ready to go up to him and talk to him, when suddenly... - Emma, ?- Bradley stands next to me and winks. I'm distracted by him and my obsession passes. But the interest in that man. So Emily, you're not 18 or even 20. Calm your hormones. Yes, he's handsome, but not your type. Your type is kind, easy-going, and positive. Fatal men are not for you. But my heart is pounding so loudly that I think I'll go deaf any minute now. My legs are weak, and there's a tight knot in my lower abdomen. The stranger looks at me, and then gets distracted by the waitress. And I feel offended and somehow empty without his gaze. - Earth is calling Emma, ?- Cooper gets my attention again. - Please tell me, who is this man? - I nod at my stranger, who is laughing at Mark Wahlberg's joke. Wait, what is this guy doing here? He wasn't invited! Mark has never crossed paths with Jen, and she seemed to have spoken negatively about him. And I pay attention to the man's laughter. Velvety, soft, relaxed, and at the same time wild and a little crazy. A beautiful and strange laugh, like its owner. - Ems, don't mess with him, you hear. He's dangerous. I can't tell you everything, but there's death behind him, - Cooper lowers his voice and looks at me meaningfully. What the hell is this? The stranger looks at me again and I feel a calling.
Silent, with just his eyes... Cooper's words confused and scared me. So, now, to spite Bradley, I'll go and meet him. I've always loved risk, and riddles too. Well, Mr. X, I'll find out who you are very soon...
4 It was a bad idea. I never found the strength to talk to that man. Yes, I liked watching him from afar, but to decide on something more... I scolded myself, stupid, stupid, I knew that I wouldn't approach him and I was hoping for something. I'm not a coward, going to a bar and picking up a guy for the night is not a problem for me. I'm not a whore or a cheap woman, I carefully choose who I sleep with and always observe safety. I can start relationships with men and usually the initiative comes from me, but here... where is your vaunted courage, Emily Jean Stone?
Chapter Management Edit Chapter Chapter 5 Chapter Text The evening is almost over, I'm standing at the buffet table and drinking wine. I secretly watch Jen. She's happy, and I'm happy for her. But for myself... I turn my head and see that man. He's standing next to me. Silently looking at me, adjusting his glasses in an elegant black frame. - She's very beautiful, - I say, - no one here can outshine her. - I can't help but agree with you. Jen is truly beautiful, but you are also very beautiful, - his voice... Velvety, deep with a slight hoarseness, like panther fur.
Holy shit, say something else! I feel the color flood my cheeks. - What are you saying, sir, I'm just an ordinary actress. I came here to relax and be happy for my friend. No better and no worse than others, - I sip my wine, - but thank you for the compliment. - Did I embarrass you? this gorgeous son of a bitch looks me straight in the eyes. Gray into brown. As if straight into the soul. Again the heaviness in the lower abdomen, the nipples harden. A bad idea to start a dialogue with him. Hardly. I just dont understand what you are doing here. All the guests here, I nod at the laughing Kardashians and Adele, who is drinking to brotherhood with Woody Harrelson, are ordinary people without any hang-ups. Cheerful, open. Forgive me, I dont fit in here a little. You are so - Cold? Imperious? the man raises an eyebrow and takes a glass of champagne from the table. I notice the well-groomed long fingers, the heavy gold ring and the thin gold bracelets on his wrist. Handsome, thats the first thing that came to my mind. He looks at me in surprise and salutes with his glass. I notice that his movements are graceful, confident, smooth, there is something cat-like in them. - Hey, Emma! Miley runs up to us in a luxurious black dress. She has a smile on her face, she is all aglow with happiness. But when she sees my stranger, she freezes and makes a slight curtsey. So, what's going on here? After the curtsey, she becomes cheerful again. - Ems, they brought hamburgers. Let's go! - Oh yeah... Hamburgers at a wedding are very Jennifer's style. I'm ready to jump up, when suddenly I turn to this embodiment of courage and beauty. - Are you with me? - There is so much hope and a drop of pleading in my Voice. Yes, I am ready to beg you to come with me. Whoever you are... - Alas, I can't. We are people from different circles, I just came to congratulate Jen, and I need to go. Goodbye, Miss Stone, - the man carefully takes my hand and brings it to his lips. And I feel hot. Oh, fuck... I feel my temperature rise and my heart beats twice as fast. What is this man doing to me? - I want to see you again, - I admit honestly. He smiles a little crookedly. - Find me in New York, Emma, ?- he whispers and carefully touches his lips with his index finger, and then with a mischievous smile mine. - Did I introduce myself? - I ask. - No, but... I know who you are, Miss Stone, - the man smiles and leaves. I exhale. It was the first time... at a dead end from my feelings, everything is confused... I want him, I want him, because I have never wanted anyone. I want to know everything about him, to hear his voice again. So... Inhale, exhale... New York is a big village, it is unlikely that we will meet. But damn... I still don't know his name. I wonder how many women he has had? I am jealous of him for each of them. I go to get some hamburgers and out of the corner of my eye I see him get into a luxurious Bentley and drive away. But before that I catch his eye and see him smiling. I'm lost... - Emma, ?damn, you're holding up the line, damn it! - Josh shouts after me. I sigh and walk to the McDonald's food truck. My heart has started beating normally, my thoughts have cooled down... I'm going to get burned with this man, I'm going to get burned badly... Maybe I'll burn to ashes... Or I'll stay with him forever. There's no third option... In the morning I'm driving to New York and on the way I check my phone. Wow! Taylor and Mia have texted several times... Okay, Swift may have had a fight with Hiddleston, but Wasikowska... She and Eisenberg are calm and peaceful. Okay... Sunday with a bottle of whiskey and best friends is a great time. I dial Taylor. - Emma, ?I'm in New York! No, I didn't fight with Tom, you don't need to calm me down, we got engaged, - Taylor radiates positivity, - Mia... Jesse got jealous. Okay, now that's interesting... Eisenberg, usually quiet and calm, made a scene with Mia... Damn, where was I? "Flirting with a stranger in black" My subconscious throws up his image and I close my eyes. No, don't think about him. You need to forget him... - I'm going to New York, you'll tell me everything when we meet, okay? - I say smiling.
Chapter Management Edit Chapter Chapter 6 Chapter Text Arriving home, I ordered rolls, cola and pizza. At exactly seven in the evening, Mia Wasikowska and Taylor Swift, my best friends, knock on my door. With a radiant smile, I open the door and hug them both. Mia is a quiet, thoughtful, melancholic and thoughtful brunette with beautiful gray eyes, and Taylor is a laugher, noisy, loves to drink and gossip. We settle in the living room and chat. I learn that Tom proposed to Taylor, and Jesse Eisenberg is jealous of Mia for Michael Fassbender, her colleague on the set. - Well, and you? - Taylor glares at me. I remember that man and feel a burning sensation in my lower abdomen. Well, I met the most handsome man in my life, I take a sip of beer and look at my friends, mysterious, charismatic... Terribly rich, not lacking in beauty and intelligence. Wow, my friends whistle, do you know his name? Did you take his phone number? No and no. Of course, I tried to flirt with him, but... in short, he is not the equal of those young brats we usually date. And there is something scary about him, I remember his voice and I feel cozy and calm. Oh... Are you drawn to bad guys? Mia takes a bite of her roll. It happens to everyone. But don't get too carried away with him, you can get burned. I should know that... We chat until late in the evening, and then the girls leave, leaving me alone. I go to bed, completely happy and exhausted The next week is hectic: filming, interviews, photo shoots... The approaching awards season has taken its toll. Maximum fatigue, minimum rest. Okay, this weekend I'll go to the pumpkin market for Halloween. I love Halloween, I love all this mysticism and secrets, but my favorite part of the holiday is eating sweets. I seriously think about calling Jen and going with her to friends' houses for sweets... Saturday turns out to be rainy. I wake up rested and cheerful. Sipping coffee with milk, I think about my life. I like everything about it, I don't want to change anything drastically, everything is scheduled and predetermined, I have confidence in tomorrow... Closer to midday I ride my bike to the market for pumpkins. It drizzles and I expose my face to the drops and the wind. How nice... Calm. I'm thinking about something of my own, I start to cross the road and suddenly I hear a car horn. I turn my head in horror and my bike crashes into the bumper of a luxurious Bentley. I drop it and fall onto the road in front of the car, which brakes a few centimeters from me. Your mother ... What kind of an idiot am I? I told myself a hundred times to ride on the sidewalk, but no. I sit in front of the car and stroke my injured ankle. Awesome trip to get a pumpkin ... Suddenly the passenger door opens and that man walks confidently towards me. God, is he always so confident? - Are you alive? - His voice is full of warmth and fear for me. - Alive, but my ankle is fucked, - I growl, - and yes, I am to blame for the accident. Yes, an eyeless fool forever flying in the clouds. - Miss Stone, don't slander yourself. My driver was also chatting on the phone and didn't notice you, - the man sits down next to me and gently strokes my ankle. And... The pain goes away. My body is filled with energy and I feel healthy. - Just magic, - I whisper. The man smiles and straightens my hair. Oh... his smile is dangerous, open and slightly crazy. - Mr. O'Russell, - a young guy in a gray knitted suit jumps out of the car. He has black hair, lively brown eyes that are full of horror. - Oh my God, miss, are you okay? - he rushes to me. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Mr. O'Russell grow furious. Wow... Is he jealous? Well, now that's interesting. - Tom, - he says the driver's name in a cold voice, and the latter freezes, like a well-trained servant or page. - Kid, I'm fine, - I assure you. - You have a very beautiful last name, Mr. O'Russell. And the name? - David, - Oh... David O Russell. A beautiful, manly name, just like its owner... Somehow I get up and shake myself off. And then, as if on cue, it starts raining. Why am I so unlucky? I cringe and hug myself. - Take you home, Miss Stone? - David comes up to me and throws his jacket over my shoulders. I look him in the eye and nod silently...
