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“What’s so great about this Lena, anyway? She’s just an actress."
Nia starts to ramble. Something about how Lena is one of the greatest actresses of her generation and she could play Oscar the Grouch in a movie and it would still be a blockbuster. Nia’s talking about her like she’s some mythical deity. Slowly, I take out my phone and do a quick Google search.
Lena Kieran Luthor, it says. American actress. The image on her Wikipedia page is of her in a sleek black gown posing on some red carpet. Luthor is the recipient of numerous accolades, including one Academy Award, one Emmy award, two Screen Actors Guild awards, and two Golden Globe awards.
I click on the images and close-ups of her face pop up. She looks like a Renaissance painting, all glassy pale skin and ethereal green eyes.
Then there's the paparazzi photos, Lena picking up groceries or filling up her gas tank somewhere in LA. Somehow, she managed to get a middle finger up in all those photos. I scroll some more and notice something else. In nearly all the paparazzi photos, there’s always a book in her hand. One hand holding a book, the other hand flipping the bird. What a character.
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The chatty saleslady carefully lifts the lid off the box to reveal the ring, two delicate intertwined strands of shiny, polished silver, curling like delicate tendrils around a dazzling centre gemstone, a two-carat lab-grown diamond secured in place by four tiny metal prongs. It's so small, but so bright and unbelievably sparkly.
I can see it in my mind's eye, this shiny little thing hugging the contours of Chloe's finger when I slip it on her. She's totally going to cry, I can tell. The blubbering, shaky kind of cry she does when she's really happy, like the happiness can't be contained in her body anymore, usually when a dog who spent years in the shelter finally gets adopted, or whenever the Bellas are reunited again.
Chloe is totally going to lose her damn mind.
I can't wait!
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Day eight of the whole shebang and I'm not at all feeling on edge. The past few nights, I’ve dreamt about baby aliens with slimy blue skin taking Chloe away on a spaceship. You know, totally normal.
It’s not that I don’t want this. I do. With every fiber of my being.
But holy shit, is it terrifying.