I Know Who You Are(50)
I can do this.
We are all capable of the most fantastical fiction in the aid of self-preservation. A shield of lies can protect from the toughest of truths.
The club wears a disguise, hidden inside a terrace of three Georgian town houses within an elegant square, a short walk from Soho. I cloak myself in a cocoon of forged confidence, then press the buzzer. The huge, shiny black door opens, revealing yet more eighteenth-century architecture and an overly opulent design within. It’s certainly atmospheric. A man with a tray of champagne glasses is standing at the bottom of an elaborate circular stone staircase. I take one and enjoy a quick sip, hoping the alcohol might help neutralize my anxiety a little. I remind myself that I’m the lead actress in the film we’re here to celebrate working on, and that I deserve to be here, but inside my head the words sound like lies.
The film company has hired the whole place, all three floors. I memorized the entire layout before I came by looking at the venue’s website. I find that helps when I’m this scared of an event; knowing what a place is going to look like before I get there. I wander through the rooms, each one decorated in a different but distinctive style. I feel like a guest at a club I’ll never be a member of in more ways than one.
I nod and smile when people wave in my direction, and exchange my empty champagne flute for a full glass at the bar, before wandering through to another room. The walls in this one are blue, and I like the color, I find it calming. Then I see her strutting towards me like a trainee catwalk model, and any brief sense of serenity evaporates.
Alicia White should not be here.
“Aimee, darling, how are you?” she purrs, and kisses the air on either side of my cheeks.
She’s wearing a red flouncy dress that looks as if it might literally take off, and heels I’d never be able to walk in. She’s all tanned skin and bone, and I look even bigger and paler than I am standing next to her. With her hair looking scarily like mine now, it’s as though we’re the before and after in some fucked-up slimming contest. I’m the before.
“I’m great. It’s so good to see you. Again.” I mirror her fixed fake smile.
It is not good to see her, it never is. She shouldn’t be here, she’s not in the film. It makes no sense, as if she just invited herself along to piss me off.
“It’s so strange to think that I could have been in this movie”—she shakes her head—“if I hadn’t turned them down.”
She’s crawled so far up her own arse, she can’t find the way out.
“Yes, you mentioned that last time.”
I so badly want to punch her in the face. She deserves it, but I’ve never punched anyone in the face, and I’m not sure I’d know how to do it without hurting myself. Her red lips part, and I dread to think what is going to come out of her poisonous mouth next.
“I know how daunting it can all feel when you don’t have much experience, but Tony knows what he’s doing. I’m sure he wouldn’t have put you forward for this if he thought he could get you something better. Sometimes you just have to take what you can get.”
Fuck you and your egotism poorly disguised as empathy.
“I saw Tony today actually,” I manage, unsure where I’m going with this.
“How lovely. How is he?”
“He’s good. He mentioned he doesn’t represent you anymore.”
Her smile falters so fleetingly I almost miss it. “That’s right, it was time to move on.”
It must be quite something to love yourself as much as she does; I wouldn’t know. But something about her is a little tragic and broken. The spotlight led Alicia somewhere dark, and she couldn’t understand when the light went out. I guess nobody explained to her that even the sun disappears for a while, once its turn to shine is over. All stars are born to die.
“Oh, look at your little red shoes, so sweet. It’s like you’re trying to be Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz all over again,” she says. “It took me a while, but I think I’ve just about forgiven you for stealing a part that should have been mine at school.” Her words sound a little slurred. I never knew she’d auditioned for the part; she must have hated me, especially given I was in the year below. Alicia was always queen bee and always got her own way.
“I … I had no idea that you—”
“Of course you didn’t.”
“No, really. If I’d known, well, I think you would have been terrific.”
Water doesn’t melt witches in real life, best to kill them with kindness.
She laughs. “I know I would, but it really doesn’t matter to me now. It was over twenty years ago! You’re probably wondering what I’m doing here tonight…”
You probably just invited yourself like usual.
She doesn’t wait for a response, which is good, because I can’t come up with a polite one.
“We’ve been keeping it a secret, but I don’t think he could stand to be apart any longer, I know I couldn’t. He’s here somewhere. It can be so hard maintaining a relationship when you’re always away filming, but I don’t need to tell you that. How is your husband?” She looks around the room. I really have no interest in meeting her latest boyfriend. I’m about to make my excuses and walk away when she speaks again. “Jack, darling, come on over here and say hello to your co-star.”