The past few days had managed to turn Harlow into somewhat of a shell of herself. For reasons beyond her comprehension, the headline head ‘round the celebrity sphere had shaken her in a way that, frankly, was difficult to bounce back from. She wasn’t meant to have feelings for Carter Slade – but somewhere along the way, she had developed a fondness for him. What was once annoyance turned into something far more genuine – & to be burned by him in such a way, well – it was a betrayal she couldn’t have possibly seen coming.
Although during the day, Harlow’s still been attending to her fashion week duties, much to her management’s chagrin, she’s been skipping out on all the hottest parties. Instead, she stays in her hotel room – orders way too much room service – & wallows in her sadness … alone. TONIGHT IS NO DIFFERENT. Only – her room service order had arrived only twenty minutes before – & as far as she could tell, nothing was missing.
Opening the door, she’s shocked with the sight she’s met with. Dumbfounded, even. Her mouth opens, then closes, then opens again. It seems she’s at a loss for words – something that’ll probably make the other all too pleased with himself. “I thought you said room service – not trash delivery,” she finally manages to say, biting back her sadness to let only the scorn shine through. She’s got a million questions she wants to ask him, but her facade remains tough – even as her heart screams to let the ice melt.
it would have taken about three seconds to clear up their little misunderstanding, to tell harlow the relationship between veronica & himself was about as authentic as the one between their on-screen counterparts. he doesn’t know why he chose to keep this revelation to himself — stubbornness, probably, or perhaps he just enjoyed seeing the other so riled up at the idea of him with another girl.
of course, once harlow took her silent treatment a bit too far, he was left with no choice but to arrange a face-to-face meeting. calling in advance would’ve been the polite thing to do, but the way he saw it, she was less likely to turn him away after he’d traveled two thousand miles to explain himself. besides, the look on her face when she opens the door was much too rewarding to deny. once she finally works up the composure to hurl a classic biting remark his way, carter knew this impromptu visit was a fantastic idea.
“if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you’re not happy to see me,” he drawls, giving the actress a long once-over. the plush white robe hanging from her frame appeared lived in at this point — a far cry from the designer duds expected of someone sitting front row at fashion week. a bemused grin twitches at his lips as he peers past her shoulder & notes the mountains of silver cloches stacked throughout the hotel suite. was she having an illicit affair with one of the room service guys? “don’t tell me you have company.”
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