were working the red carpet. We joked and laughed and tried to act as natural as possible while a camera was being shoved in our faces.
“Who are you wearing, Logan? I just love your dress,” the reporter from Hot Entertainment News asked me.
They all seemed to know my name, which I was sort of getting used to, but it was still strange. I was just a college student. I wasn’t anyone important, but being on the arm of Jason Brady suddenly made me someone noteworthy.
I smiled my big ‘I’m so happy to be here’ smile. “ Monique Lhuillier,” I said, smoothing the fabric of the fitted strapless bodice that was adhered to me in multiple places with double-sided sticky tape.
Jase squeezed my hand. “So, Jason, how does it feel to be nominated for a Golden Globe?” the reporter asked him.
I always had to adjust to hearing people call him Jason in conversation, since only his friends and family called him Jase. It was part of how he separated his two lives.
I looked over at Jase as he took a deep breath and launched into the same spiel he’d been delivering for the past month ever since he found out he’d been nominated for Best Supporting Actor for his role in Radio Riot where he played an eclectic radio deejay. I’d heard him give a version of the same speech in countless interviews. He was honored to be nominated, he was thrilled to be among such a talented group of actors, he was proud to be a part of the cast of such an incredible movie. The way he said it each time changed, but he basically said the same things.
He was calm and cool and gracious, but only I knew that inside he was jumping up and down like a freaking kid he was so excited he’d been nominated.
“Well, Jason , we wish you the best of luck tonight,” the reporter said, and we were hurried along to the next stop where we were asked similar questions.
As much as I could, I looked around for Garrett. He was around somewhere with Ellie, and I wanted to say hi once we got inside. We weren’t sitting nea r them, since Garrett wasn’t nominated, and Jase got to sit closer to the stage because of his status, but we’d definitely see them at the after party.
My mom was there too with Luiz Oliviera, a well-known producer she’d dated off and on for the past fifteen years. He was my half-sister Skylar’s father, and after taking a break, it seemed he and our mom were back together. They did that from time to time, so Skylar and I were used to it. But regardless of what his relationship was with our mom, Luiz was always there for Skylar and me. He was a great dad – to both of us since he treated me like his daughter and had been a part of my life since I was four.
This time around he and our mom had been together for close to five months, and we kept waiting for them to split again, as was their MO. But my mom seemed happy, so maybe they’d stay together. I was just glad she was no longer dating her personal trainer like she had been over the summer since he was twenty-three years old. It was just weird seeing them together, and I couldn’t imagine what they had in common.
I was pretty sure Luiz was the only man my mom had ever dated who was older than her. He was close to fifty, almost fifteen years her elder. And from what I could tell, every time they separated, she went right back to dating young guys. It was embarrassing. I liked Luiz, and he kept my mother in line. He was good for her. I really did wish they’d just stay together.
Before I knew it Jase and I had reached the end of the red carpet , and were ushered inside the hotel. I let out a sigh of relief, as Jase leaned over and kissed my temple. We were escorted into the ballroom where drinks were being passed and people were mingling. I immediately grabbed a flute of champagne from a passing waiter to calm my nerves and looked around for Garrett and Ellie.
We were stopped every few feet by someone who wanted to talk to Jase, congratulate him on his nomination , and basically
“Who are you wearing, Logan? I just love your dress,” the reporter from Hot Entertainment News asked me.
They all seemed to know my name, which I was sort of getting used to, but it was still strange. I was just a college student. I wasn’t anyone important, but being on the arm of Jason Brady suddenly made me someone noteworthy.
I smiled my big ‘I’m so happy to be here’ smile. “ Monique Lhuillier,” I said, smoothing the fabric of the fitted strapless bodice that was adhered to me in multiple places with double-sided sticky tape.
Jase squeezed my hand. “So, Jason, how does it feel to be nominated for a Golden Globe?” the reporter asked him.
I always had to adjust to hearing people call him Jason in conversation, since only his friends and family called him Jase. It was part of how he separated his two lives.
I looked over at Jase as he took a deep breath and launched into the same spiel he’d been delivering for the past month ever since he found out he’d been nominated for Best Supporting Actor for his role in Radio Riot where he played an eclectic radio deejay. I’d heard him give a version of the same speech in countless interviews. He was honored to be nominated, he was thrilled to be among such a talented group of actors, he was proud to be a part of the cast of such an incredible movie. The way he said it each time changed, but he basically said the same things.
He was calm and cool and gracious, but only I knew that inside he was jumping up and down like a freaking kid he was so excited he’d been nominated.
“Well, Jason , we wish you the best of luck tonight,” the reporter said, and we were hurried along to the next stop where we were asked similar questions.
As much as I could, I looked around for Garrett. He was around somewhere with Ellie, and I wanted to say hi once we got inside. We weren’t sitting nea r them, since Garrett wasn’t nominated, and Jase got to sit closer to the stage because of his status, but we’d definitely see them at the after party.
My mom was there too with Luiz Oliviera, a well-known producer she’d dated off and on for the past fifteen years. He was my half-sister Skylar’s father, and after taking a break, it seemed he and our mom were back together. They did that from time to time, so Skylar and I were used to it. But regardless of what his relationship was with our mom, Luiz was always there for Skylar and me. He was a great dad – to both of us since he treated me like his daughter and had been a part of my life since I was four.
This time around he and our mom had been together for close to five months, and we kept waiting for them to split again, as was their MO. But my mom seemed happy, so maybe they’d stay together. I was just glad she was no longer dating her personal trainer like she had been over the summer since he was twenty-three years old. It was just weird seeing them together, and I couldn’t imagine what they had in common.
I was pretty sure Luiz was the only man my mom had ever dated who was older than her. He was close to fifty, almost fifteen years her elder. And from what I could tell, every time they separated, she went right back to dating young guys. It was embarrassing. I liked Luiz, and he kept my mother in line. He was good for her. I really did wish they’d just stay together.
Before I knew it Jase and I had reached the end of the red carpet , and were ushered inside the hotel. I let out a sigh of relief, as Jase leaned over and kissed my temple. We were escorted into the ballroom where drinks were being passed and people were mingling. I immediately grabbed a flute of champagne from a passing waiter to calm my nerves and looked around for Garrett and Ellie.
We were stopped every few feet by someone who wanted to talk to Jase, congratulate him on his nomination , and basically
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