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recognised from TV
who was a very camp presenter.
    “You’re too
kind,” she gushed back, allowing herself to be air kissed on each
cheek. “Playing a being with no emotion or thoughts of my own came
easily to me.”
    The man
laughed. “You must do a spot on my show darling.”
    As much as
Doris was holding her own, as glamorous as this all was, it really
wasn’t for her. Inside, she felt like a fish out of water. This was
Dahlia’s life, not hers, and she had no desire to swap.
    It was safe to
say that she and Dahlia were not close, not since they had been
kids, anyway. When Dahlia had discovered modelling and acting, she
had left her younger twin (by ten minutes) far behind. In their
late teens, Dahlia had done her best to convince Doris to join her
in the modelling industry but Doris was having none of it. Dahlia
had begged and cajoled and pleaded, but Doris was unmoveable.
Dahlia claimed that identical twins in the modelling industry with
looks like theirs were pretty much guaranteed success.
    Doris said no.
Many times.
    Dahlia had
never been right with her since, avoiding her at Christmas and
never returning her calls. Doris had been sad that her sister no
longer wanted anything to do with her, but a part of her was also
glad. She hated the thought of the press latching on to the fact
that Dahlia had a twin. To keep the fact that Dahlia had a twin
sister out of the press took some doing, but then, Jeremy was the
best in the land. Spin doctor and agent extraordinaire, if he
wanted to leak to the press that the earth was flat then people
would probably buy it. He wasn’t nicknamed ‘The Shark’ for
nothing.
    Doris thought
that she would die if she had Dahlia’s lifestyle. And she was only
doing this now because her sister needed her.
    It wasn’t long
before Jeremy sidled up to her. Doris was short, but Jeremy was
even shorter, barely even coming up to her shoulders.
    “Fantastic
publicity stunt,” he said, steering her out of Curt’s firm
grip.
    She could feel
Curt’s eyes boring into her back when he led her away out of his
hearing range.
    “Hello Jeremy,
did I do OK? Are people buying it?”
    “Buying it?
Sweetie, you’re doing fabulously. Damn it, you’re even better than
the real thing. You’ve got this whole, Marilyn Monroe vulnerability
thing going on and the press are going crazy. There are loads of interviews lined up for you and Curt.”
    “Interviews?
You didn’t say I would have to do interviews. Just this premiere
and then it would be over.”
    “Yeah, well, I
may have bent the truth just a little. Oh, don’t give me that look,
this is all for your sister’s sake. She’ll be back to take over the
reigns as soon as she’s out of rehab and you can disappear back
into oblivion you came from. I must say, that was a genius move on
Curt’s part, his and Dahlia’s careers are going to sky rocket
because of it.”
    His words hurt
her, even though they shouldn’t have done. She wasn’t entirely
stupid, she knew Curt only said they were an item to further his
career, but for a moment there, it had felt really good standing so
close to him as his girlfriend.
    She sighed
deeply. How immature and stupid of her to think like that, even for
a second.
    “Have you two
finished?” Curt said, coming up to them and draping his arm
protectively around her waist.
    The possessive
gesture made her stomach flip, and then she chided herself for such
a juvenile reaction.
    If she wasn’t
careful, she was in danger of developing a schoolgirl crush, and
that simply wouldn’t do.
    “I’m just
briefing my client,” Jeremy said. “Great publicity stunt, by the
way.”
    Curt’s eyes
narrowed. If Doris didn’t know better, she would say he was
offended.
    But that was
silly, it was probably just his naturally surly expression.
    “Thanks. Is the
transport waiting at the backdoor? I think me and Dahlia are done
here. We have things we need to discuss with regards to out
newfound relationship.”
    Jeremy