Chapter Two
Sloan
“Good morning. Sloan speaking,” I drawled into the phone. I’d gone to voice lessons a few years ago, and ever since then, I’d learned how to speak in a slow and sexy way. It was important to seem like you were always in complete control of your life, no matter who was on the other side. They’d also taught me to never sound like I was in a hurry, and to never sound stressed, even if was.
“Sloan, darling. It’s Victoria. Tell me you’re free today?”
“It entirely depends on why you’re asking,” I said. Victoria might be my best friend, but I wouldn’t rush off to be with just anyone.
“Well, I woke up bored and figured there was only one thing to do today to get me out of this slump.”
“Shopping?” I suggested. I knew Victoria well enough to know how that she handled all her problems in life with spending money.
“You got it. So, are you in? We can stop off for skinny lattes on the way too.”
“I don’t know. I’m in an incredibly lazy mood today.”
“Sloan, have you seen the back page of HER magazine?”
I sat up. “No. Why? Am I in it?”
“Not only are you in it, but you’re wearing the same shirt that you wore the week before when you were in HIGH and HEELS magazine. And I think you might be carrying the same bag.”
I groaned. “Darn. I thought I could get away with it. I think I might be wearing the exact same outfit. I just really liked it. And I guess at the time I figured it didn’t matter. I mean, it’s just an outfit; who cares?”
“It’s just an outfit? Sloan, you know that the entire world cares. You’re their little darling right now, and they all look up to you. Anyway, you should mix and match. I told you. I think it’s time we went shopping for some new clothes. What do you think?”
“You convinced me. Be here as soon as you can. We can go to the new mall that opened up down the road.”
Trace squealed. “I’ll be there in half an hour.”
“Make it an hour; I’m still in bed.”
I put the phone down and rolled slowly out of bed. I couldn’t believe that I’d been spotted wearing the same outfit twice in such a short span of time. The media could be ruthless, and I wouldn’t be surprised if I suddenly started seeing articles about how I couldn’t afford anything else. Victoria kept telling me to keep a keen eye on all the magazine, newspapers and online articles on a daily basis, but I sometimes found it a bit too overwhelming and exhausting. It was especially difficult to read a bad review, even if it was hogwash most of the time. I tried not to let them bother me, but it wasn’t easy. You had to be liked to be in this business. I needed those good reviews.
I climbed into the shower and marveled again at how big it was. It had been my one requirement when looking for a new house. I wanted a shower that was almost too big. There was something luxurious about having so much space for something like cleaning up. I loved that shower. Everything about it was perfect, from the temperature to the water pressure to the beautifully painted tiles. I spent an obscene amount of time washing off each day. But with a shower as amazing as this, it was hard not to overindulge. My only regret was that I didn’t find a place with a bathtub. A shower was great, but a bathtub would’ve been even better. Although, thankfully, I had the space. If I could get the approval from the owner of the building, I could get one put in. I didn’t see why they would say no to me.
Once I was done, I blow-dried my hair, then straightened it. I spent twenty minutes on my makeup in order to make the end result looked like I’d only spent five minutes. The point was to make it look as natural as possible. “Why yes, I just wake up like this,” it was supposed to scream. Then, once all that was done, I pulled on a pair of dark blue jeans, a tight black-and-white striped tank top, and I tied a white silk scarf around my neck. I put on some high-heeled leather boots and looked at myself in the tall mirror. I couldn’t help but smile at the woman looking back at me. A very different woman from who I used to be. Those two women weren’t even the same in my mind anymore. That was ‘Past Sloan,’ and this is ‘Future-and-Present Sloan.'
I got the familiar twinge that I felt when I thought about my old life, but I thankfully didn’t have much time to think about it because there was a knock on the door.
“You look gorgeous,” Victoria said as I opened the door.
I leaned forward and kissed her once on each cheek. “As do you. Then again, you always look gorgeous.”
It wasn’t a lie. I’d never seen Victoria look anything but impeccable. I’d even seen her in her pajamas before, and even then she looked wonderful. She believed in dressing like the paparazzi could be nearby at any time. It was a great way to think, but it could get tiring at times. I wondered how she always managed to remain so upbeat when I found it so draining. But I couldn’t complain. I had a good life. A life I had worked hard for.
“Oh. My. Freak.”
“What?” I asked.
“Sloan Hill, your new apartment is just to die for. It’s absolutely breathtaking. I cannot believe it! I knew it would be nice. I mean, I knew you got the loft, but I didn’t know it would be this nice.”
“Oh yeah, I forgot you hadn’t been here before. Ah, I’m glad you like it. Come on, let me show you the best part,” I said and took her to the huge window overlooking the whole of New York City. “It’s why I wanted the loft. Isn’t it gorgeous?”
Victoria looked out and sighed with contentment. “Oh, it’s incredible. I don’t blame you for choosing this place over the others. This is wonderful. It’s places like this that make me so grateful to be living in New York City. I mean, it’s only the best city in the whole world. I didn’t realize your place would be so big. You wouldn’t think so looking from the outside.”
“The loft takes up the entire floor of the building. That’s why. I know, it’s great, huh?”
“You know what, Sloan? I think it’s safe to say that you’ve finally made it as an actress. I mean, look around; this is what you’ve always wanted. This is it! I knew that last movie would be the right choice for you.”
I grinned. I’d recently been chosen as one of the actors in a big Hollywood production. I wasn’t the main actress, but I still played a very relevant part. Ever since then, my face had been splashed all over, and my name was being whispered by everyone. I’d been known in the industry for a while now, but this was the first time I’d ever known this kind of fame. I still couldn’t believe that I could now afford to live in such an extravagant apartment.
“Yeah, that movie was just what you needed. Okay, are you ready to go shopping?” she asked. “Whoa, hang on a second—is that a walk-in closet?”
I chuckled. “It is.”
“Okay, when can I move in? It’s not like you’re short on space.”
“And the closet is not full enough. Come on, let’s go. I’ll buy you a dress,” I said.
“You do that. I’ll buy the coffee.”
“Fair trade,” I said and laughed. Victoria had plenty of her own money, but it was fun to be able to buy things for her. And knowing Victoria, she’d choose the most expensive dress in the shop.
We made our way downstairs, and I called my driver to come and get us. He told us how beautiful we looked and then dropped us off at the mall. Victoria was addicted to shopping and knew exactly where she wanted to go. But the moment we got out of the car we were bombarded with people wanting my autograph.
“You’re even more beautiful in person,” a teenage girl gushed at me.
I smiled, thanked her, and signed scraps of paper or notebooks that they had found in their bags. One girl even asked me to sign her shoulder. She told me she was going to get a tattoo of it immediately.
“A tattoo!” I said to Victoria as we quickly ducked into one of the shops on her list. “Is that girl crazy? Maybe I should’ve talked her out of it. I was too shocked to say anything, though. What if I become some washed-up celebrity one day? She’ll have that to remind her of it all day.”
“Don’t you dare talk like that! You’re a great actress. And you always will be. Anyway, it’s a great compliment. You should be proud that someone wants to ink themselves with your signature. That’s super cool. Come on now, let’s get us some outfits.”
I watched as Victoria walked straight up to the shop assistant to ask if they could close the shop for half an hour. She had absolutely no qualms when it came to asking people for things. It was a trait I both cringed and admired of hers.
“People keep following us, you see,” she said and pointed to me. “And we’d love to try on some clothes with a bit of privacy. I am a big fan of this shop, and the last thing we want is people taking photos of us.”
“Oh no, that’s not necessary,” I said to the lady even though Victoria shot me an evil look.
“We don’t mind at all! Shop away,” she said as she went to put the closed sign on the door. “And it’s wonderful to meet you both. I hope you find what you’re looking for.”
Exactly half an hour later, we walked out carrying two bags each. Victoria had found a beautiful crimson dress that hugged her body tightly and showed off her figure. And she’d also found a long evening gown with a plunging neckline. I found a lovely light blue dress, which clung tightly at the top and flowed down to my knees with soft, overlaying fabrics. It was the sort of dress that made me want to twirl or dance.
“You look like a slutty Cinderella,” Victoria said, which almost made me put it back on the rack. But she insisted that was a compliment. She also made me buy a new bag even though I loved the one I currently had.
“You’ve simply got to stop using the same bag everywhere you go. At least alternate,” she said, and I finally caved in.
We spent the next few hours visiting various stores, and when we were done, I had enough clothes to last me a lifetime. Then, as promised, Victoria took me for a low-sugar, low-fat vanilla latte.
“How does this taste so good if it’s got none of the good stuff?” she said.
“Well, that depends on what their definition of ‘low’ is, I guess,” I said. Although I quickly regretted it as Victoria suddenly put it down. She hated to think that anything could make her put on weight, even though she was as thin as a rake. She could stand to put on a few pounds, really, but I wasn’t about to get into that conversation with her. “Nah, you can taste that it’s low fat. But it’s delicious, thankfully,” I said and I smiled when she picked up the drink again.
“You’re right. You really can taste the difference. There’s definitely no sugar in here. Maybe my body is just getting used to not having anything unhealthy.”
“I’m sure that’s it,” I said and smiled at her. “Thank you for getting me one. I love this place. Also, I think we deserve it after all the walking we did today. That was like a gym workout.”
“Yeah, that’s my favorite thing about shopping. It’s a chance to exercise as well buy clothes. It’s a win-win, really. I’ve got to say, I’m exhausted now.”
“I can’t believe I’m this tired from a day of shopping, but I have to agree with you.” I thought of my soft, king-sized bed and smiled. I loved that I could sprawl out on it. Every now and again I wondered what it would be like to share it with a man, but I quickly shoved that thought out of my mind. I was happy by myself. There was nobody to hog the blankets, for one.
After the latte, we called the driver and made our way back to my place. I peered out of the window and saw a few homeless people begging for money, and one curled up in his sleeping bag trying to get some rest. It was a sorry sight, but not one that was very unusual these days. I was seeing more and more homeless people in the area. Victoria groaned beside me.
“You know, everyone always feels sorry for the homeless, but that’s just because they’re too afraid to speak the truth. They’re homeless for a reason. They’re just lazy people who have done nothing with their lives and are too afraid to work hard. Now they stand there and expect us to give them money? I mean, we work hard to be where we are. It’s disgusting, honestly.”
I looked out the window and saw an old man standing with his arms outstretched. I didn’t look at his face. If I did, I knew all I would see was desperation. I had learned the hard way that it was sometimes better just to look away. I sighed.
“Yeah, you’re so right. We’re lucky.”
“Working hard is not luck, Sloan. We deserve this,” she said with so much determination that I knew she believed every word of it. Clearly, Victoria had never known what it was like to be desperate.
I thought about how many bags of clothes we’d piled into the back of the car and nodded. “Yeah, we do.”