Chapter 2 2

Nowadays, the life of several celebrities is exposed on social networks.

___ "Figure you, that no! There is no magazine that speaks clearly on that side. Some media say that he is single, others that he has a fiancée. Some go so far as to believe that he is sodomite and millions of young girls including me, who flash on him need to be lit. This is an opportunity for me, to ask him this question. " explain, overexcited.

___ "Emily, I prefer that you ask her about other aspects of her life rather than her. Because I think if he has not disclosed any information on his intimate life, it is precisely because he does not want to approach this subject. And I think we have to respect this "tried to reason.

It would surprise me that he is single. Regarding the fact that no one has the exact answer of his love life, I think he is trying to preserve his partner from the paparazzi as other renowned people do.

___ "I'm going to think about it, but I continue to believe that by asking him this question, I will have an answer that will be beneficial to the media. »»

I was going to retort, but my phone's ringtone sounds. I collect it on my knees and I see my mother's name appearing on the screen. I pick up the call while Emily gets up and leaves.

___ "Hello mom! »»

___ "How are you, my baby?" "She asks me, from one benevolent voice to the other end of the line.

___ " I'm fine and you ? Dad, is it next? »»

___ "No, Emma. He went shopping. So, are you ready for tomorrow? "She questions me, in a joyful voice.

___ "I'm stressed ... Will you come?" Finally dad and you will be there? »»

A silence! She said nothing for a few seconds, I thought she had hung up. When I hear her scrape his throat without saying anything, I knew they will not come. I already have the answer and it's negative.

___ "Uh ... Emma ..." Bégaie she on the phone.

I am devastated, tomorrow will be a special day for me and I would have liked them to be there for me. I know that I am 24 years old and that I am big enough to manage my life, however I always need them for these moments.

___ "Your father has an interview tomorrow, I could not speak with the hospital director. So I did not have permission to be away tomorrow "

I feel guilt in his voice, I expire loudly. My father is in his fifties, knowing that he is still in search of work breaks my heart. He worked in a grocery store but following the death of the owner, the grocery store closed and he found himself unemployed. As for my mother, she is a caregiver in a retirement home, they live in Canada in the city of Vancouver.

Although I am sad, I don't want them. Already, their resources will not be sufficient for a round trip between Vancouver and Seattle.

___ "It doesn't matter, I understand perfectly. I say, to calm her down.

We discuss again for a few seconds then it hangs up.

Today is the day of the diplomas. We are already in the large room, decorated. Emily and I, as well as our comrades carried our togas, accompanied by a scarf and a hat.

The ceremony will start in ten minutes. We are holding a few meters from the room, looking for Emily's parents.

___ "That's it, I see them! "Whistles it, pointing to me her parents on the other side of the room.

We join them, his mother is dressed in a white pants shirt. His father wears a black jacket, they are both elegant in their costumes.

We embrace them with everything.

___ "Are you okay? Questions Ms. Brown, Emily's mother smiling at us.

We are chatting while waiting for the start of the ceremony. Then, the presenter takes the microphone on the front of the stage and invites us to take place, meaning the start of the ceremony.

After that, she introduces an introduction and was later replaced by one of our university representatives. The latter made his speech, I was already starting to get bored. So, I escape from time to time in my thoughts, hoping to kill time.

Then we collect our diplomas. I let go of a sigh, relieved. Suddenly, I hear my first name that resonates in the room.

___ "Miss Miller ..."

I recover immediately when Emily pinches me discreetly. I realize that we are always going on the stage and that all the attention is turned on us.

I hesitate with hesitation and I find myself in front of our presenter who hands me the microphone. I hardly swallow my saliva, my hands trembling with nervousness.

She makes me an accomplice wink followed by a reassuring smile, I smiled nervously by recovering the microphone. I was appointed Graduated major, taking into account my general average.

I hold the microphone, the parents of my other comrades as well as the managers and guests look at me. I salute them politely and then I start to make my speech, an improvised speech. Among this crowd, only one person draws my attention. He is a young man, who must be between 28 and 30 years old. He is very elegant in his blue tuxedo, his blue eyes set me intensely. His elbow puts on the arm of his chair, his fingers that touch his lips, he has not left me since I started my speech.

I admit that he is a very handsome man, nevertheless his insistent gaze on my person amplifies my nervousness. I detach my eyes from him and post my gaze on an empty place at the bottom.

I finish my little speech, give the microphone to the presenter under the cheers.

Emily gives me a hand, expressing her satisfaction. I'm going to stand near her, the presentation invites us to regain our places. While we get out of the podium, I still feel his eyes on me, I hold back with all my might not to look at him too but I end up giving in to the temptation. I take a look at his place and our eyes meet, he is very sexy and looks calm and serene.

His gaze is indecipherable, I bit my lip, cursing myself internally for having looked at him.

But why does it fix me so much? Is it an old acquaintance to me? No, I don't know this man. I'm not sure I have already met him.

We return to our respective places, I look at the side and whisper in Emily's ear.

___ "Uh, Emi ..." I start, procrastinating.

___ "Hmm! »»

___ "You know this man, the one who is dressed in a blue tuxedo. I describe him I pointing him discreetly.

Emily follows my finger at the gaze, then turns greatly towards me.

___ " Who ? William Johnson? "She asks me, as if it is now that she has just seen him.

His head was lowered, his gaze riveted on his phone, he is surely writing a message.

William Johnson? The famous William!