As Melvin and I approach the mansion that belongs to the Miller Twins, the double doors open into an open position.
On our arrival, a gentleman in a tux greets us. "Would I take your jacket, sir? Madam?"
By shrugging off my jacket and saying, "Sure," he takes it away from me.
A ticket is in his hand as he returns to the scene. "You can use this for anything. Have a pleasant evening..."
It is written on a name tag that is attached to his clothing. "Jacob."
"Thanks, Jacob."
As Melvin took my hand, we continued going further into the home.
A double staircase leads to the next story, located to the left. A silver rope has sealed up this staircase, and a notice that reads "Do not enter" has been pinned to it.
On their way around the house, Seraphina and Zinnia meet the visitors.
A waiter is making his way around the room with a tray of wine, and I take two glasses from him as he does so.
Melvin is the recipient of the other one. "What should we toast to?"
"How about the debut of being a model?"
A grin appears on my face as I look at you. "Sounds good to me, but we should include my siblings in this." I look around the room in an attempt to locate my siblings, my brothers, and my sister. "Can you see them?"
As Melvin looks around the room, his gaze becomes fixed on the entrance. They have suddenly arrived. "It would appear that they are quite popular with the paparazzi."
Upon entering the entrance, I notice the paparazzi encircling my siblings.
As Alanie gestures for me to come over, I shake my head.
When they see Alanie, Taylor, and Walden, the gang turns their attention away from them and comes over to us.
They took photographs of Melvin and me.
With any luck, this will be shown on the first page.
Melvin snaps his fingers quickly, and a few security personnel approach him. "Can you please get rid of them?"
All of the paparazzi are led outside by the guards.
"Thanks, Melvin," I say while looking at the door. "I'm never going to get used to that."
He takes my hand. "It takes time to get used to, but after years of experience, it will be part of your daily routine."
"Just as long as they take photos of me in the restroom, I'll be fine."
Melvin lets out a chuckle. "They are going to make an effort. Immediately following the conclusion of the shotgun filming, I needed to visit the restroom, and a paparazzi photographer followed me inside. He believed that he had me sitting on the toilet. Flashes were seen on the ground in the stall adjacent to mine. It was discovered that the paparazzi had taken photographs of another person. When I was finished, I got up from my stool and saw a massive man with many muscles beating the heck out of the guy representing the paparazzi. Not only was the individual's camera damaged, but he was also beaten to a pulp. The guy needed to be retracted from me. I assured him that I would handle the situation. The act of climbing through the window was preceded by his washing his hands.
It's just what the pure will do. He ought not to snap photographs of others when they are in the restroom. Indeed, it is utterly revolting. "Who was the guy that you protected?"
Then, he turns me around with a smile that sweeps across his face. "Tyrone was the one. The wrestler?
Tyrone is standing on the other side of the room, surrounded by many women.
He has dark hair and eyes, a tanned complexion, and a physique comparable to a wrestler's. He is 6 feet 3 inches tall.
Tyrone directs his gaze at us and gestures for us to come closer.
"Are you ready to meet my friend?" Melvin asks as he takes my hand and pulls me through the crowd.
Never in my life will I be prepared to encounter a wrestler.
We go to Tyrone, and the mob moves away to make room for us.
Even though I am unfamiliar with his real name, I am sure everybody who follows wrestling knows who he is.
My father took me to a WWE match when I was younger, and it was, without a doubt, the most memorable hour of my life. In the heavyweight division, he emerged victorious. To this day, I have been a tremendous fan of his ever since that time.
At the same time, as Tyrone is meeting us halfway to his group, Melvin receives a hug from Tyrone. The women step aside. It's been quite some time since we've last looked at each other. How have things been going at work?
"Busy, I'm about to start work on a rom-com."
"That is fantastic. I was getting tired of watching you in action movies. I would be more suitable for that."
Melvin pushes him: "You must take acting classes before you can star in a movie."
Tyrone's arms make a cross. "No, I don't believe that WWE has their own movie sets, and I will be starring in the next storyline installment of the Twelve series." Someone asked me whether I knew anyone who might be interested in the opportunity. I intended to find out whether or not you are interested in the work, so I decided to come to a party I knew you would be attending.
I am pretty interested in starring beside you in it. Instead of playing a saint in the film, it would be a perfect opportunity to portray a villain.
Tyrone chuckles. "I'll see what we can do." He looks at me. "Love, I am sorry for being so impolite. I introduce myself as Caine Stabler.
I extend my hand to speak with him. "I'm Katherine Walker." I used my elbow to strike Melvin and smacked him in the stomach. "This once fiancé."
He shakes my hand. "It's nice to meet you."
I let go when I took my hand off his oversized ones. "You too, Tyrone." I looked at Melvin, who told me how you met him."
Tyrone wraps his arms around Melvin and embraces him. "Yeah, how did he tell you?"
He told me he was in the restroom when a paparazzi came in to snap pictures of him. However, instead of obtaining the appropriate stall, the paparazzi got yours, and you beat the heck out of the paparazzi. He instructed you to leave. He took care of it while you were running out.
Caine's hand is captured by a woman who approaches us and walks over to us. Can we go home right now? This party makes a mess."
Caine gives her a look now. "Sweetheart, what I'm doing is talking to my buddies. If you would like, I will come over as soon as possible. Why don't you grab another drink?
She is looking at me. "I know you."
She does not. She likely just saw the billboard with my face on it.
I want to take a picture with you. If I were to tell my friends that I had the opportunity to meet the model for Miller Fashion, they would not believe me.
Although I am standing next to the girl, she takes a selfie. "Sure," I say.
She takes a peek at the photograph. I couldn't agree more. Thank you. She goes over to the waiter, who is on his way out and removes a glass from the tray.
Caine clears his throat. I'm sorry to hear about her. When the gatherings are not held at locations that she is familiar with, she tends to become bored.
"I am aware of how she is feeling. In the days before I became engaged to Melvin, I would spend my weekends at home, cuddled up on the couch with a book and the television streaming in the background. I couldn't tolerate the silence that pervaded the house, so I made sure to have some background noise so I wouldn't feel so isolated.
A slow tune is played when the music transitions.
Melvin takes my hand and turns his attention to Caine. I'm going to dance with my girlfriend right now. Please send me the details about the movie.
"I will.".
Melvin dragged me onto the dance floor, and we immediately began to dance.