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ChapterNineteen
Armageddon a Little Too Crazy
BREAKING NEWS:
Greetings, fellow gossip lovers. Have you heard the news? Kaan has touched down in Istanbul with his new flame, Meg Martin of “Meg Martin is Single” fame. It seems like love really is in the air.
Kaan’s arrival in Istanbul was met with an enthusiastic crowd of fans eagerly waiting for a glimpse of the rockstar. Kaan expressed his gratitude for being able to return to Istanbul and said he’s excited to show his “friend” around the best city in the world.
Now the best question on everyone’s mind: should we start planning adorable couple names for Kaan and Miz Martin, or should we just chill?
I’m Pippa Ellis, and this is Fame and No-sense.
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This is a mistake—a monumental, meteorite-hurtling-towards-earth-with-Bruce-Willis-nowhere-in-sight-to-save-the-day, kind of mistake.
I hate Brynn for thinking that Kaan getting out of town and joining me in Istanbul was a good idea. I hate my friends for encouraging me to believe that this ridiculous farce would be welcome at Ginger and Aydin’s wedding (who don’t even know he is gate-crashing, mind you), but most of all I hate myself for caving in.
I know Kaan is hurt, but one of us has got to make the smart choices. I don’t have what it takes to be the girlfriend of a rock star, imaginary or not. I don’t want to be chased by photographers or hounded by reporters. And I definitely can’t compete with the supermodels and obsessed groupies that throw themselves at him. I’m hardly the jealous type, but I’m nothing if not sensible.
Kaan and I will continue to be an item until we return from Istanbul. At that time, I will be removed from his account and Brynn will handle him herself. And my promotion? It’s been put on the back-burner, for now at least. After all, firing me would bring Brazen the wrong kind of press. So, we’re still an official public couple, even though behind closed doors it’s an entirely different story.
It’s going to be an awkward few days.
As we drive through the bustling streets of Istanbul, my gaze fixates on the cityscape outside the car window. Istanbul is a blend of modernity and history, with towering skyscrapers standing alongside ancient walls and aqueducts, a constant reminder of the that this is one of the oldest cities in the world.
Lost in the scenery, I’m only vaguely aware of the conversation between Kaan and the driver, their rapid Turkish words melding into the background. It’s a relief, in a way, as it has been strained between us ever since the interview with Pippa Ellis.
Strained is probably too polite a word to explain our relationship right now.
We navigate through any interactions with forced politeness. Polite telephone calls. Smiles for the camera. Yet, beneath the pleasantries, the silence between us brims with unspoken words.
The car veers off the main road, and we are now bumping over cobblestones, jostling us around. The vehicle comes to a halt outside a stone wall with an intricate wooden gate. I squeal as my best friend Ginger pops her head out through the gate. Before the car even comes to a complete stop, I hastily unbuckle my seatbelt and launch myself into her waiting arms, embracing her tightly.
I pull away and examine my best friend’s face, wanting to gauge how she’s been holding up. It hasn’t been an easy time for her and Aydin. Their restaurant in Bodrum was ravaged by fire last November, and on top of that, Ginny experienced the heartache of a miscarriage just a few weeks later. I can’t help but feel a glimmer of relief as she bears none of the sights of grief, and is grinning at me like the Cheshire cat.
“You’re late!”
“The flight was delayed.”
“You’re forgiven, but mostly because I’m just so happy you finally arrived.”
“Of course. You’d be short one bridesmaid if I flaked!”
Ginny is a rare gem, exuding a self-assurance that not every woman is lucky enough to possess. It hasn't always been this way, but since falling in love with Aydin, she has blossomed into a woman who is content and radiates happiness. She has embraced her natural beauty and curves, effortlessly donning outfits that accentuate her best features. Today, she wears a charming sundress adorned with multiple patterns, perfectly hugging her figure, paired with white sandals. Her usually wild curls have been elegantly tamed into a knot, held in place by a clip. Her makeup is understated, with a touch of blush and lipstick, enhancing her natural beauty.
“Now let’s see it.” I eagerly grasp Ginny’s hand, my eyes fixed on her ring. It’s a stunning piece, featuring an exquisite emerald cut surrounded by delicate diamonds set in shimmering white gold. “Oh my!”
“It was his mother’s.”
“Stunning!” I throw my arms around her again. “I approve.”
“I’m glad. And my three bridesmaids together are together at last.” Her smile could seriously light up the sky. “You’ve got your dress? Leyla will probably throw herself off the roof if you forgot it. We’ve already lost one bridesmaid this month.”
Leyla Soyahan was the first person that Ginny met when she arrived in Istanbul. It was a serendipitous encounter at Leyla’s clothing shop, and their connection was instant. Leyla took on the task of creating Ginny’s wedding dress, along with the bridesmaids’ dresses. The distance between us posed a challenge, with me being in London, but thanks to the assistance of a Turkish seamstress residing in Southwark, I ended up with a dress that fit me like a glove.
