I pushed my way to the front of the barrier, holding back the riff raff. A few of the faces were familiar. Must be the rich and famous, I guess, plenty of money here tonight. Hope they don’t lose too much as our scam is well and truly out of action. No more scams for me now. I am a legitimate millionaire. I might get an invite next time when my wealth is finally revealed.
The parade of the guests seemed endless and I decided to move on. ‘No point watching what you can’t have,’ I thought, but the crowd made my exit difficult. There were ‘ooh’s and ahh’s’ every time a different identifiable celebrity made their way down the red carpet on the way to the ship. I soon fell into the rhythm and began trying to recognise anyone who might be ‘someone’.
I laughed at the idea of me ‘star spotting’. Then, I really did think I recognised the back of someone’s head. I was taking a second look when the lady he was escorting turned as someone appeared to step on the back of her dress. For a moment she looked up and we made eye contact. I froze on the spot as I was drawn to a face that I knew all too well. She seemed to recognise me just as she began to fall to the ground.
Without thinking I pushed my way through the crowds, my head bursting with what if’s when the man I now recognised without a doubt was helping her. He looked at me with horror as I knelt down beside her and pulled her to me, fearing my heart might stop. I brushed the hair from her forehead and gently kissed her. “I love you so much Lorna,” I murmured, tears streaming down my face.
It was only when I felt her arms tighten around me that I realised she knew who I was. “I love you too,” she whispered.
With that, I lifted her up, Paul helping to make a path. “Looks like the Arab is your fairy Godfather after all,” Paul said.
“If only he knew,” I said, “if only he knew.”
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