Warnings : None that I can think of
Disclaimer : Sorry (or not for the random hate on James Franco, I needed a man to hate on to make this chapter a little bit spicy + he is a creep irl)
Words : 4760
How they met was always their favourite story to tell. To friends, family or closed ones in general.
When people heard about how life brought them to cross paths with each other, Estelle and Lana were usually greeted by the sounds of sweet laughters or the sight of genuine smiles. Yet none of them truly knew how much more complicated and meaningful was their first experiences together.
It was their little secret, their story to tell.
FLASHBACK— 7 years ago. L.A.
Estelle was a freshly new movie producer in the industry, her work was mainly noticed because of its exploration of the female gaze and its avant-garde aesthetic.
She was also known for being one of the only lesbian celebrity who was fully outed and proud, which didn't fail to catch the attention of paparazzis and interviewers at the time.
This day, the day of an awaited event for Estelle and so many other artists. One of the biggest event in the u.s.a that only a few lucky people attend to :
The Met Gala
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New York City : 5 pm
LANA
"God, Chuck have you seen my necklace ?" I ask in distress as I was searching for it everywhere in my hotel room
"It's on the dining table Lana ! You left it there" Ben said, smiling at my inability of remaining calm before big events like this.
"Thank you Ben, you're a lifesaver" I say with a slight smile. I'm so glad I'm not doing all of this alone and that he will be by my side throughout the night.
I tend to be really awkward when it comes to socialising at big events like the Met Gala.
"Lanaaa stop running away, I haven't finished your makeup yet" my makeup artist says, I roll my eyes, smiling at her enthusiasm and walk towards my room to get ready
I love these people
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ESTELLE
"Who the fuck can be so unbothered about going to the met gala" my twin sister says as she watches me scroll through my phone
"Isabelle, mind you, the only thing that bothers me is how uncomfortable these shoes are.. Seriously.. stilettos ?" I enquired, raising an eyebrow.
My sister works in the fashion industry and is a very close friend to my personal stylist. When I got the invitation to the Met Gala, they were so hyped and worked on my outfit together for months.
An elegant navy blue dress from a luxury brand highlighting my silky bright hair
They know how grateful I am to them.
"You know what else bothers me Isabelle?" I say to my sister as I can decipher a surprised look on her face, because I'm barely ever worried
"Your ex James being there, and me not being able to punch him in the face" I exhale
My sister stifles a laugh and says "You almost broke his nose last time and it went kinda viral so I don't think the security will let you go anywhere near him" she rolls her eyes at me and smiles
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