Lucy Gordon - Plain Jane in the Spotlight

Lee hadn’t rejoiced. He’d been troubled.

‘Look, I’m sorry,’ he’d said hastily. ‘I didn’t know you weren’t…that you hadn’t…I mean…’

‘I guess I was waiting for you,’ she’d said softly, but that had seemed to trouble him even more.

She’d thought how nice he was to be concerned for her. The other thought, that he simply hated responsibility, was one she avoided.

But soon it would have to be faced. This afternoon he’d seen her at her dullest. Tonight she would present a face that reminded him of another time. And they would talk.

Her two room-mates, both pleasant young women, applauded her appearance.

‘Got a decent guy escorting you?’ one of them asked.

‘Travis Falcon.’

They whistled, as though impressed. But in the mirror she caught the look they exchanged, which said plainly that she was fantasising. Nobody who had to stay in this run-down hotel could ever attract such a glamorous escort.

She didn’t really blame them for not believing her. She barely believed it herself. Perhaps it really was a fantasy, and Travis would fail to turn up, leaving her abandoned.

In fact he was downstairs at that moment, looking around with horrified eyes. It was as bad as Rick had warned him. He hastened upstairs and knocked on her door.

It was opened by a young woman whose face registered total astonishment at the sight of him.

‘Is Charlene here?’ he asked.

‘Yes, she… Hey, Charlene-’ She turned back to Travis. ‘Are you really…really…?’ She seemed about to faint.

‘Yes, really,’ he assured her, stepping into the room and offering Charlene his arm. ‘Shall we go, my lady?’

To his delight, she slipped into the role easily, taking his arm and declaring, ‘Thank you, kind sir.’

From the way the other two stared at them it was clear that Charlene’s standing had rocketed. They came out into the corridor and followed the couple with longing eyes until they had vanished. Then they threw themselves into each other’s arms and screamed.

Charlene tried, unsuccessfully, to control her mirth.

‘Glad you find it funny,’ Travis said as they settled into the back seats of the car.

‘It’s myself I’m laughing at, not you.’ She chuckled. ‘Did you see their faces? A woman who can claim Travis Falcon as an escort is a woman to be reckoned with.’

‘Even if she’s poor enough to stay in this neighbourhood,’ he said. ‘You should have something better. Bad characters hang out here, and they’ll be very interested in that bracelet you’re wearing. Did Lee give it to you? If so, I commend his taste.’

‘No, it belongs to my grandmother.’

‘Are you wearing anything from him?’

She shook her head. There had been no gifts from Lee.

‘Then put this on,’ he said, holding up a necklace.

Even in the dim light of the car she could see that it was a glorious, expensive piece. She felt in a daze as he fixed it around her neck, his fingers touching her softly. She was going to a glamorous occasion, escorted by the most handsome man she’d ever seen, and she was determined to enjoy it. Whatever the future held, she would make the most of tonight.

She had only the vaguest notion of their destination, and her eyes widened as they reached Sunset Boulevard, in the heart of the most glamorous part of a glamorous city.

‘Where is this dinner being held?’ she asked.

‘At the Stollway Hotel.’

Her jaw dropped. The Stollway was among the most lush, lavish and expensive places in town. Next moment, they were nearing the entrance and she could see the flashing lights, the cars crowding in to disgorge gorgeously dressed men and women onto the broad red carpet.

‘I had no idea it would be like this,’ she gasped.

‘The PR department has made the most of it,’ Travis said.

‘But I thought it would just be a restaurant. This place is so big and…that crowd…it’s like a premier.’

‘Good. So there’ll be a lot of people to see the story we’re trying to tell them. They’ll know that you don’t need Lee Anton, because you can have any guy you want, just by snapping your fingers. And they’ll see that I only like nice girls.’

While she struggled for words, his face softened, his eyes became pleading.

‘I guess I wasn’t quite straight with you. I should have told you everything but I was afraid you’d say no, and I really need to do this. You can get me out of trouble as nobody else can.’

She remembered how he’d cast his protective mantle over her that afternoon. But for that, she’d be back in the hotel now, fighting back tears of rejection.

‘But do you think I’m up to it?’ she said. ‘It’s so scary.’

‘We’ll do it together. Don’t be afraid. Just smile and make it look as though it was the most natural thing in the world to you, and you love every minute.’

He put his hands on either side of her face, looking deep into her eyes. ‘Give the performance I know you can give.’

Suddenly she was inspired. There was a time for ducking out and a time for making the most of things, and this was definitely the second.

‘As long as you’re there, giving me directions,’ she said. ‘Let’s do it.’

‘That’s the spirit. I knew I could rely on you. Now, here comes our grand entrance.’

The car stopped. Cheers erupted from the crowd as they saw Travis emerge, smiling, waving, then reaching in for her. She took his hand and he drew her out into the spotlight.

He was playing his part perfectly, leading her slowly along the carpet so that everyone could get a good view of her quiet, restrained appearance. A gentle tug on her hand and he drew her around to the other side, just in case there was anyone who hadn’t seen how modest and ladylike she was.

Charlene smiled, turned to meet his eyes, and almost gasped at the adoring look he was giving her. If she hadn’t known better, she could almost have believed him about to fall on his knees and worship her.

What an actor! she thought.

He drew her hand to his lips and the cheers rose around them. She lowered her eyes, apparently overcome, and felt him draw her close.

‘Well done,’ he murmured in her ear. ‘Keep it up.’

As they approached the huge main doors there was a flicker of interest from behind them. Turning, they saw another car arrive, the door open and Lee emerge, accompanied by Penny. Their arrival caused a small commotion but nothing like the agitation that had greeted Travis. As they danced along the carpet three photographers dashed out to get closer shots.

Lee turned his head, laughing, preening in the spotlight. But his smile died as the photographers passed him by to surround Travis and Charlene. She had a brief glimpse of Lee’s face, aghast, astounded, chagrined. Then Travis swept her into the building.

Inside, there was more of the same as they made their way to the huge restaurant at the back of the hotel. It was called Aladdin’s Cave, and decorated with a magical theme. Brightly coloured lanterns hung from the ceiling, elaborate pictures decorated the walls and everywhere there was the glitter of gold.

They were escorted to a table for two, where he settled her with every attention and said, ‘Let’s have something to drink.’

‘Orange juice for me, please.’

‘This is an evening for champagne,’ he protested.

‘Orange juice,’ she said firmly. ‘Or sparkling water.’

He was silent a moment, but then nodded and made the order. He asked no further questions, but she had a sense that he understood why she wouldn’t touch alcohol.

Denzil bustled over, rubbing his hands with delight, paid Charlene extravagant compliments and then bustled away. People were arriving slowly, waving at Travis, looking curiously at Charlene before flaunting themselves before each other, all putting on performances. For the moment it was still quiet enough to talk.