Page 6 of Sparks Fly
“Why Monaco?” she asks as she reaches for the laser.
“Why not?” I shrug both shoulders up.
“Will Royce not be there?”
Anxiety slithers through me.
“Apparently not.” I click my tongue to the roof of my mouth as she starts on the worse part – my vagina.
We fall into easy conversation whilst she lasers my body and for just a while, I forget about my heartbreak.
GivingBrontë a kiss on the cheek, I say goodbye. She wishes me luck and says she can’t wait to see what I share. I laugh it off. Half through nerves. Half through excitement.
Walking slowly, I hold onto my handheld vlog camera and record a little afternoon in the life of Clemmie or Clementine. I go under that name, not sure why. Maybe it’s my auburn hair, or the fact that my favourite colour is orange… but either way, I liked it and then it just stuck.
Pushing through the door of my favourite little coffee shop, I wave at the girls and order myself a fruit smoothie and a pistachio croissant, then sit down at the small table in the window. I cut the recording and sit quietly, doom scrolling andreplying to some of the nicer comments whilst drinking my smoothie.
“Oh, my God.”
I hear a voice behind me, and I find myself lifting my face. A young girl, probably around nineteen maybe, eyes all wide and wistful, smile growing and dimples presenting into her cheeks, is stood there.
“You’re Clementine, right?” Her hands are clenched in front of her, her phone tucked inside one of those fists.
“I am.” I smile and she kind of squeals.
“I love your vlog.” Her cheeks turn pink. “Honestly, you’re my favourite influencer to watch. I love everything about you.”
“Well.” I tuck my hair behind my ear. “Thank you.” My own cheeks pinch a crimson red as I smile at her, but her smile shortly fades.
“I’m sorry about you and Royce, I thought you were end game.”
“So did I.” I give a sad smile. “But these things happen for a reason,” I reassure her as I run my fingers through my hair, pushing at the root to give it a little volume.
“Can I be cheeky and ask for a selfie?”
I look horrendous.
“Sure!” I force my smile to widen as I stand up and she holds her phone out in front of her, then takes the snap.
“Thank you so much.” She is giddy as she waves me off and skips out the shop.
I sit back down and finish my smoothie.
I used to find it odd when people came up to me to speak or ask for selfies, but now it kind of feels the norm. I know some don’t get it; I’m not celebrity, I haven’t really done anything different for my success, but here I am.
It makes me feel good in some way, but other times it makes me feel not deserving.
Grabbing my stuff, I pop my phone away and place my camera in my bag before I collect my plate and smoothie cup and place it up on the worktop.
“Thanks,” I say softly and wave bye to the girls behind the counter. Lifting my eyes across my shoulder and double checking I have everything before I make my way home to get ready for my flight.
Chapter Two
Anaïs
Sitting in the private lounge,I sip on a glass of champagne to try and calm my nerves. Placing it down on the table, I tilt my head before readjusting the glass, so the floor to ceiling windows sit behind it, the runway just in view. I place my passport and boarding pass at the side of it and smile before I capture it.
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