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The Beautiful Ones	By : TaimaMarie Category: Individual Celebrities > Criss Angel Views: 1682 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrity I am writing about. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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AN: Ero, you know, I was thinking about nursing, because it’s much less school, but I realized that, for me, that’s taking the easy way out. And if I cop out of this, I’ll never be able to live with myself.
You know, I’ve heard that some celebrities do come and take peeks at what’s being written about them. For the most part everyone’s a good sport about it, and laughs it off. I’ve never really heard of anyone getting to pissy about it.
Sadly, I’ve never seen Breakfast At Tiffany’s. (It’s on my Christmas list, along with Marilyn Monroe movies. One of my friends tells me that I have that old Hollywood starlet sort of vibe. I wonder if she means glamorous or spoiled, lol.)
I love Lenny, too! She’s one of my favorite OC’s. More about her soon, I promise promise promise!
Enjoy this, everyone! It’s a build up for the NEXT chapter.

Cassandra sat up, her stomach tied in knots. She had to go and perform today. She had to go and perform in front of all those people with Criss. She pulled the quilt tighter around her body as though to give herself a protective shell.

“I can tell him you’re not coming.” Dimitra offered as the girl dragged herself to the table Cassandra shook her head slowly.

“No. It’s my responsibility. I have to go. I told him that I would. That’s what adults do, isn’t it? They live up to their promises even if it’s something they don’t want to do?” she looked up at the older woman. Dimitra could only nod.

“Yes, Cassandra, I suppose it is.”

The girl could only poke at the waffles so lovingly made for her. She finally quit pretending to eat and shuffled to the bathroom to clean herself up for the day. She stared at the outfit hanging off the shower curtain rod for her.

It was a black lace mini skirt with black glossy tights. She had selected a black leotard to wear underneath it. But there was just no way Cassandra thought she could go on stage and be that girl. She couldn’t be that smiling assistant; she couldn’t be the daring illusionist’s assistant.

“You have to be.” She told herself sternly. “You signed up for all this. No one twisted your arm and made you fall in love with Criss. You made your decisions, and now you get to live with them.”

And so she stripped regretfully out of the gown. That gown had made her feel so warm and safe, like Dimitra was going to protect her. Of course Cassandra knew that was ridiculous. Dimitra wasn’t her mother, she was Criss’s. When push came to shove, she was going to side with her son.

Cassandra leaned in close to the mirror, counting the rings around her eyes. She bit down on her lower lip as she pinched her cheeks, trying to put some color into them. Of course the make up girl would take care of all this; Cassandra just couldn’t stand the thought of going out there with her face being such a mess.

“Why not? You’re a mess. You’ve made yourself a mess!” she scowled into the mirror as she yanked her hair back into a loose ponytail.

Criss was sending a car for her. She hurried up, pulling on her jacket and purse. Dimitra was waiting for her with a buttered bagel and a bottle of orange juice.

“Thanks,” Cassandra smiled.

“I don’t want to send you out with nothing to eat.” The older woman fussed with her hair for a moment. “Cass?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t be scared.”

“I can’t help it.” The girl looked down. “I just… I want to go home, Dimitra. But home is with him, and he doesn’t want me. I feel like I’ve got nowhere to go.”

“I know. But he’s hurting too.” She touched the girl’s shoulder, squeezed and let go. The car pulled up then, and Cassandra managed to look normal as she walked out. She slid into the back of the limousine, blushing as she did so. It was just like him to send out something so extravagant.

The driver didn’t speak as he pulled away from Dimitra’s house. Cassandra had to fight the urge to leap out of the car, to flee back to the protection that she had found in those walls. Somehow, she thought she only had the strength to face the demons that were inside her.

The rest of the world passed by her on the other side of the glass. Everyone was smiling and laughing. It only made her feel that much worse. She swallowed as she watched the children playing, the couple holding hand. After a few minutes, it simply became too much and she leaned back, eyes closed. Dimitra’s breakfast sat next to her, untouched and forgotten.

**

The lights of the Luxor seemed to shine five times brighter than she remembered them. Cassandra squinted and blinked as she stumbled towards the dressing room. Leigh was unnaturally silent as she did the girl’s hair and make up.

“He misses you, you know.” Leigh told her gently.

“I miss him too. I just want to come home.”

“So why don’t you tell him that?” she pinned up a few curls. Today the girl was unusually still. She normally whimpered as her hair was twisted and pulled. Today she didn’t make a sound, only stared blankly at the counter of products in front of her.

“Because he doesn’t want my apology.” Cassandra played with the hem of her skirt. “He doesn’t want to hear anything I have to say. I had everything and I threw it away. Or maybe I never had it. Because it was all built on lies.” Her eyes closed for a final dusting of powder.

“Oh, Cassie.” Leigh hugged her. “I’m sure that if you just try---,”

“There isn’t anymore trying, Leigh. Thanks.” She slid down off the chair. “I need to be on stage. I don’t want him to be angry at me anymore.”

***

No one could say that they didn’t at least put on a good show. No one would have guessed the problems, the distrust, or the hurt that was hovering just below the surface of their pasted on smiles.

Once the show was over, Cassandra and Criss found themselves standing together back stage. Neither one spoke. One loose curl fell down in front of her eyes, and his fingers itched to go and brush it back. He stopped himself though.

“You two did so well!” Costa was suddenly there. He knew about the issues, but preferred to pretend they didn’t exist. He told himself and anyone who would listen that if they just acted like nothing was wrong, the two of them would forget about it soon.
“You remember about the Ball, don’t you?”

“No!” Cassandra went three shades of white, one right after the other. Criss closed his eyes and groaned.

The Ball was an annual charity event. Weeks ago they had RSVP’d, saying that they would be going together.

“It’s in two days.” Costa looked from one to the other. “People were asking if you two were going together. I said you were. Hope that’s okay!” he turned and galloped away before either could say anything.

“I’ll send a car for you.” Criss said shortly before turning and walking stiffly away. Cassandra was left s standing alone. She closed her mouth tightly and headed towards the door, dying to get back to Dimitra’s.
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