Charlie.” He handed me a glass of red wine and smiled at me as I entered the lounge again with the pink curlers.
“You not coming tonight Shan?” he asked, watching me closely as I re-curled Megan’s hair.
“No, I have papers due in the morning.” Charlie just nodded and sipped his wine.
Megan’s hair didn’t take that long, it was only the back really that needed to be re-done.
“There you go, beautiful,” I said re-adjusting the last curl into place.
“You are a diamond Shan, I owe you,” Megan beamed.
“Don’t be silly. I would say in the grand scale of things I still owe you.”
“Now who is being silly?”
“Just go and have a nice night,” I laughed.
I could barely make them out from the balcony as they reached the ground level. I only knew it was them because of the camera flashes. Charlie would love that. He still hated having his picture in the papers. Charlie preferred to be behind the camera.
Charlie worked as an assistant to the great photographer Sir Michael Straton and had an amazing eye for detail. Pieces of his work that I had seen were amazing. Megan had become his new subject. Charlie transformed her into a goddess through his lens with every perfect angle memorised in his head. It was no surprise that Megan decided to try her hand at modelling and was succeeding with Charlie’s help. He was perhaps a little more over- protective than he needed to be, but every photographer wanted her as their muse.
He doted on her every move and it was amazingly satisfying knowing Megan was loved the way she should be.
When Megan Field and I became close friends I believed I was more lost than her, a trapped soul, unloved, forced to walk the world alone. I never really thought anything was missing in my life because I was used to being alone. When you have no family and spend all your life being passed from one foster family to the next you have to rely on yourself alone. If I did become particularly close to one family it was too painful when I would eventually have to leave, so I never got attached to anyone again until Megan.
I never dreamed Megan’s situation could be worse than my own. After all she had everything. It only took me a few days of our friendship to realise I was wrong. Having money and a family came with its own problems.
Megan was the middle child of Philip and Veronica Field. From the outside they seemed the perfect family, inside however it was completely different.
Megan spent most of her time fighting for her parents’ affection, whether she was competing with her sister or her parents’ latest obsession. Megan usually came last with her family.
All she wanted was someone to care just about her, to have something of her own. Maybe she saw that in me? I was so in awe of her from the first time I met her, perhaps she realised with me she had a friendship that was all hers, not shared with any of her family.
William was the oldest of the Field children. He was only three years older than Megan. A lot like his father, tall, light brown hair, very business minded. By the time he was fourteen Will was working weekends with his father as he was so keen to learn family business.
Will’s role now was to conduct all the overseas mergers within Field Organisation. His father was so proud of him, which grated on Megan. She could never gain that admiration from her father, she was only female after all.
Maisy was the baby of the family and totally spoiled by Veronica because Maisy reminded her so much of herself. I honestly thought Megan was more like her mother, they both had that breathtaking beauty. A total flawlessness whichever angle you viewed them from. I never understood how Megan’s mother couldn’t see it. I suspected Veronica actually could see it, which flared the jealousy. Megan was young and had her whole life ahead of her. Veronica was now just the wife of Sir Philip Field, no
“You not coming tonight Shan?” he asked, watching me closely as I re-curled Megan’s hair.
“No, I have papers due in the morning.” Charlie just nodded and sipped his wine.
Megan’s hair didn’t take that long, it was only the back really that needed to be re-done.
“There you go, beautiful,” I said re-adjusting the last curl into place.
“You are a diamond Shan, I owe you,” Megan beamed.
“Don’t be silly. I would say in the grand scale of things I still owe you.”
“Now who is being silly?”
“Just go and have a nice night,” I laughed.
I could barely make them out from the balcony as they reached the ground level. I only knew it was them because of the camera flashes. Charlie would love that. He still hated having his picture in the papers. Charlie preferred to be behind the camera.
Charlie worked as an assistant to the great photographer Sir Michael Straton and had an amazing eye for detail. Pieces of his work that I had seen were amazing. Megan had become his new subject. Charlie transformed her into a goddess through his lens with every perfect angle memorised in his head. It was no surprise that Megan decided to try her hand at modelling and was succeeding with Charlie’s help. He was perhaps a little more over- protective than he needed to be, but every photographer wanted her as their muse.
He doted on her every move and it was amazingly satisfying knowing Megan was loved the way she should be.
When Megan Field and I became close friends I believed I was more lost than her, a trapped soul, unloved, forced to walk the world alone. I never really thought anything was missing in my life because I was used to being alone. When you have no family and spend all your life being passed from one foster family to the next you have to rely on yourself alone. If I did become particularly close to one family it was too painful when I would eventually have to leave, so I never got attached to anyone again until Megan.
I never dreamed Megan’s situation could be worse than my own. After all she had everything. It only took me a few days of our friendship to realise I was wrong. Having money and a family came with its own problems.
Megan was the middle child of Philip and Veronica Field. From the outside they seemed the perfect family, inside however it was completely different.
Megan spent most of her time fighting for her parents’ affection, whether she was competing with her sister or her parents’ latest obsession. Megan usually came last with her family.
All she wanted was someone to care just about her, to have something of her own. Maybe she saw that in me? I was so in awe of her from the first time I met her, perhaps she realised with me she had a friendship that was all hers, not shared with any of her family.
William was the oldest of the Field children. He was only three years older than Megan. A lot like his father, tall, light brown hair, very business minded. By the time he was fourteen Will was working weekends with his father as he was so keen to learn family business.
Will’s role now was to conduct all the overseas mergers within Field Organisation. His father was so proud of him, which grated on Megan. She could never gain that admiration from her father, she was only female after all.
Maisy was the baby of the family and totally spoiled by Veronica because Maisy reminded her so much of herself. I honestly thought Megan was more like her mother, they both had that breathtaking beauty. A total flawlessness whichever angle you viewed them from. I never understood how Megan’s mother couldn’t see it. I suspected Veronica actually could see it, which flared the jealousy. Megan was young and had her whole life ahead of her. Veronica was now just the wife of Sir Philip Field, no
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