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Filming in Greece had wrapped up, and this time she traveled home in a better mood. She was relaxed and excited to see her kids for a couple of days before flying to Italy for a special engagement. She needed to raise her voice for the causes she cared about, so she accepted an invitation to meet with the Pope a ceremony that held deep meaning for her. The plan was clear: she would spend a couple of days there. But instead, she rearranged everything to fly to NYC earlier than expected. She didn’t mention anything to Catherine, who wasn’t expecting her until the following week. She had work to get done there but a few days there to enjoy of the city and the first snowflakes falling without any rush and especially to finally make that encounter happen.

The flight had been long, and she was exhausted, but after a power nap, a long bath, and with the sparkling lights of New York City as the perfect backdrop, she felt revived. She called her kids, and then she finally decided to make the call she had been waiting to make. “Hey, Tisha” her husky, deep voice greeted the woman on the other end of the line. “I just woke up from the most delicious nap ever” she said, fully aware that Catherine believed Cate was in London or still in Italy. “I woke up and noticed how beautiful Central Park looks… I didn’t expect that New York was so cold already” She smirked mischievously. “Do you think a coat is enough to go out tonight? And if you happen to be free… I don’t know… maybe you could join me and give me a little tour of the city.”

@cathzejones

It was a dusty foggy morning in London, the one where grey light claimed every corner from the spaces between buildings to the canopy of the sky. Lit as ethereal only a movie backdrop could possibly be. The cold though, it nipped at your nose and froze your hands, why this particular blonde found it necessary to be wrapped in such layers, from toe to head. Her eyes were set to that canopy up above for a few moments, catching the sights of the sky set against tudor roof frames as a sea of birds passed. That would have made a hell of a picture shot for her album. The almost seven month old strapped to her chest, bundled in fabrics let out a happy little coo every time her mother inevitable bounced her with the steady pace.

Before she could even think to reach for her phone the peace was deeply violated. "Ah Missus over here" the words slung at her by a paparazzi, he had been there stalking, just waiting for his chance. She behaved akin to a deer in headlights, the flash struck her creating that white fuzzy light behind her eyes for a few minutes. The first and last thoughts was keeping her balance to protect Etta. Like that deer, she fled, tucked her face beneath her husband's wool english newsboy cap and turned a sharp direction when sight of where she was stepping was safely returned to her a few longed moments later. It was so foreign to her - being some version of known when she functioned in almost anonymity for a long time - even with a hit movie. Predominantly she knew this was because of who she was now married too and predominately because of the show he was filming right now had so much buzz. It was the kind of being known you didn't have right to complain about because you love the circumstances, rather the person, that brought this into your life, but still felt a little like a goldfish in a tropical fish's bowl. Etta the always mostly calm child let a single cry and like her mother rebalanced herself from the almost disrupting event.

Liz walked now with purpose, propelled towards and through the local establishments opening door. A bright little solo ding singled not just to her but all the inhabitants of the pub she had arrived, and immediately it became safe to shed her stiff confining coat. She looked about, not casually but very pointedly, for her intended joining party. Sam. They had a rather unique history, almost two ships passing. A friendly spark but nothing both would admit was a flame of passion. He was a catalyst that had pointed her to what was now reality. There was a symbiotic joy in them both finding their person and their happy endings as a result ion the last year. But then Sam's cracked. She had not the slightest clue why. The two really hadn't spoken in the last six months, but that did not mean she was not free of worry for him. She knew in her own life, for when there was a blank space, there was all too much that could be written to fill it. She didn't want to press him but she much rather here the story from him then to suppose what could have happened. Desperate blue eyes filled with that emotion looking again for him in the room.

That Friday afternoon, while Rosie was getting ready in front of the mirror, she didn't feel as usually, she was tired, she had the perception that the clothes wasn't fitting her and her hair was a mess, the last events with their kids, the sensation of tiredness because of the pregnancy and how her baby boy keep growing and causing some mood swings was taking a toll on her during the last days.

The surprise was set up. The luxurious suite had been decorated with a huge bouquet of flowers in Sarah's favorite colors, but also smaller bouquets in the colors that represent the zodiac signs Cancer and Capricorn that were the ones represented by Sarah during the fashion show. Next to the bouquet of flowers and a bottle of champagne, a beautiful golden card was laid there, with elegant caligraphy could be read

"You were amazing. The talent runs through every bone of your body. Congratulations! Now relax with a couple of glasses of champagne (or the whole bottle) I'm your biggest admirer. Take some rest and feel proud of yourself. With Love and admiration JL"

Jessica was out with some friends, they decided to skip the after party, the actress was not very festive that day and she knew it was because she was nervous about sharing a suite with Sarah during this trip, they were still not together, they remained friends but it was hard when Jessica missed her and wanted her so badly as something else, the temptation of sleeping with her was huge and Jess needed to ease down her nervousness and drink away her shame for have been so corny to the extreme of decorate the whole the room with flowers for Sarah who have done an amazing job during the fashion show, probably after have seen her shinning like that on the runway was the convincing proof that Jessica was still madly in love with her but the fear of it not being mutual was killing her, so she went for a more laid down plan with dinner in a modest restaurant with a couple of friends that happen to be in Milan that weekend, Away from the glamour, fame and flashes while she waited until it was late enough to come back to her suite.

Dark and silent, she opened the door, there were only two options, sarah would be sleeping or she wasnt even there yet, maybe she was still out partying and having fun, in that case, jessica was considering to send all the corny surprise to other room and pretend she didn't do anything. "fuck" she exclaimed in the middle of the dark when she hit a table with her hips as she was trying to find the switch to turn on the lights @srahpaulsons