"I can't believe I'm being paired with Jordan Cathcard!" Mia exclaimed.

Wade rolled his eyes, "Yes I can't believe I have to hear you say that the hundredth time."

It was all Mia talked about upon completing her first script reading. It was a mini-series to be aired on HBO and Netflix. It didn't help that Jordan Cathcard was extremely hot and a lady killer.

"Mr. Denty, can you look up about this agency, they want to sign me." She gave the contract details to my dad.

"Okay, Mia. I will check"

"This is the third agency that contacted you in a week. You are becoming a superstar. Let me take a pic before you forget us," said Wade.

"Stupid! I need to give you good luck kicks once in a while."

"You mean kiss right?"

She kicked him. Mia's phone rang. She came smiling ear to ear.

"Oh my god! Things are getting real. We are having a promotion event and a party afterward. I can't believe it."

"Here we go again," Wade muttered silently so Mia wouldn't hear.

"Sam, we need to go shopping. You have nothing to wear."

"Did I hear it wrong? Why should Sam need a dress for your script reading?" asked Wade.

"He doesn't need a dress, stupid! A suit. It's for the after-party, we are to bring a date. Oh my god! I am going to walk the red carpet."

"You want to take Sam as your date? I thought you were dating Darren," said Wade dubiously.

"Hey, I just went on a single date with him. This is important to me. Pumpkin, come on we have no time to waste."

I was then subjected to the torture called shopping and fitting. I was to wear a black tuxedo with a tie matching her dress. A red dress. But Mia would kill me if she finds out I said that. She wants me to call it a backless, burgundy, knee-length lace dress. Who cares about such things!

Mia's POV:

I know it's too much if I said this myself, but I looked absolutely stunning. I let my hair loose. The dress, hairstyle, everything was Sam's selection.

"Pumpkin, you look handsome."

"He looks like a penguin in a bow tie," Wade said. I kicked Wade, but he evaded and locked himself in his room for the rest of the evening.

Sam held out his hand, I took it as we got down the car. Cameras flashed immediately from all directions.

"Mia, look this way," reports kept shouting.

I first posed with Sam in the photo area, then Sam got down for my solo shots. I was excited, but Sam made me promise two things before the party; no hyper-excitement and no fighting.

The party was good, Jordan came with a Victoria's Secret supermodel and she was attracting reporters.

Jordan asked me for the first dance. He led me to the dance floor, and the cameras followed us.

"You look cute, this dress suits you."

"Thanks."

Jordan was a good dancer, we passed Sam. I gave him a radiant smile.

"You did well in choosing your date tonight."

"He is Sam, my best friend," I beamed.

"Wish I thought of something like that. It is wicked."

"What do you mean?"

"Who would look at the big fat buffoon? I mistakenly brought her, now the headlines will be about her and not me!"

I wanted to punch him. How dare he call Sam so. But before I could, the song ended. He let go of me abruptly and hurried to the model's side, apparently to have his photo taken along with her.

Sam's POV:

Mia marched over to me, she looked livid.

"Come let's dance," she ordered and pulled me.

The brave man that I was, I followed her quietly. Slow music played. Mia hugged my neck while I wrapped my arms around her. We danced a six-step sequence which I managed without stepping on Mia's foot.

"Plum, what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Then why are you glaring?"

"I am not glaring."

"Plum."

"Sam, can you just hold me for some time."

She said and laid her head on my chest, we just swayed side to side to the music

The food was amazing. We socialized for the rest of the evening. Jordan asked Mia to dance again, but she refused.

Wade awaited us as we reached home by 1 am.

"How was the party?"

"Good," Mia said curtly.

"Already the photos and videos of the party are up. You look lovely dancing with Jordan."

"Don't talk about that douchebag to me ever again. I hate him!"

Wade raised his eyebrows questioningly, I shrugged. I changed and slumped into my bed. Mia follows this crazy nine-step beauty routine at night that she learned from some Korean star.

"Sam are you asleep?"

"No."

Mia climbed onto my bed, I rolled making space for her.

Wrapping her arms around my waist she said, "Sam, I am sorry."

"Mia, what happened?"

"Did I force you to come to the party with me? I never asked you how you felt."

"Hey, I loved coming with you. Don't tell me you are not going to ask me anymore."

She just buried her face in my chest. Whatever Jordan had said, clearly upset Mia. I patted her head slowly trying to comfort her as much as I could.