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Elizabeth Grey - Part 06: Better get used to it.
By Carmenica Diaz
We decided to go to Jeremy's place in Notting Hill in jeans,
boots, woollens and jackets. Every time I woke and had to decide
what to wear, I wondered how it had all changed. It was so new
still, so strange but, at the same time, so real. This was me!
'We'll come back here and change clothes,' Angela said, 'once
Jeremy tells us what's expected for his dinner party. Who hosts
a dinner party at a private room in a restaurant, especially
Bellini's?'
'A private room with a piano,' I reminded her.
'Exactly, must cost a bomb!'
I shrugged. 'I don't know. What does Jeremy do?'
'He's a very highly paid photographer and image consultant to
politicians, television celebrities, actors and that sort of
thing. He stared off as a hairdresser and then it exploded
apparently when he did the work on that pop band... oh what were
their names... can't remember.'
'Really?' I was surprised at that. 'Why did he...'
'Apparently, he became very patriotic during the Falklands War,
did some work for the secret squirrels and then told them to get
stuffed, he wouldn't do anymore. I think he got bored.'
I laughed at that, picturing Jeremy telling Margaret Thatcher to
get stuffed. 'But he helped you with me...'
'I persuaded him, hinted that he wouldn't be able to do it and,
of course, he couldn't resist that, he had to prove me wrong. He
used to tell me I was too hard on you, you know.'
'I know,' I said softly, 'he's very sweet.'
'He became very protective of you. We had a huge fight about
the,' she gestured at my chest, 'well... you know. Said it was
dangerous and made me promise that I'd get you to a proper
doctor when the mission was over.'
'The doctor said that as well.'
'When we come back, we'll get on it straight away.'
'But,' I said, alarmed, 'I don't want them removed!'
'Relax, Liz, we'll get them fixed and they'll be better, bigger
if you want,' she added slyly.
'Bigger? Oh my.'
The taxi driver's radio was loud and a Wham song came on. I
looked over at Angela and winked. 'Angie,' I said in a loud
voice, 'I think George Michael has the cutest bottom.'
She convulsed in giggles. 'Yes, so do I,' she said, trying to
keep a straight face.
The taxi driver kept looking at us in his mirror until he
dropped us off outside the address Jeremy had given me. He lived
just off Portobelo Road, and I looked up at the plain concrete
wall and stained timber door. 'Is this the place?' Julie asked
dubiously.
'This is the address I wrote down,' I said reading the note I
had written.
'I'll ring the bell.'
The door jerked opened and Jeremy stood there in all his glory
in purple trousers and a white lace fronted shirt. 'Liz!' he
shrieked and hugged me fiercely. 'Oh, hello Angela,' he said
coolly after releasing me.
'Jeremy,' Angela said, embracing him and kissing his cheek. 'You
look fabulous,' she smiled and he was flabbergasted. Angela
winked at me before saying sweetly to Jeremy, 'is it through
there?'
'Yes, come through.'
The large room was airy and light, lots of chrome and polished
timber, a wall of mirrors and hairdresser chairs in front of it.
'Now, Liz, this is where we will work...'
'I should let you get on with it,' Angela smiled, 'could I make
some tea or something?'
'You?' Jeremy said in disbelief and then shrugged. 'If you go
upstairs,' he said pointing at cantilevered stairs at the side
that led to a mezzanine floor, 'the kitchen is up there.'
'I'll find it. Tea of coffee?'
'Tea for me,' I said.
'Jeremy?' Angela asked sweetly.
'Coffee?' Jeremy said suspiciously, probably wondering if she
was going to poison it.
'Fabulous. I'll give you an hour. I have some stuff to read.'
Jeremy watched Angela walk up the stairs until she waved and
vanished through a panelled door. 'Have you been putting sugar
pills in her porridge, dear?' he asked.
I laughed. 'She's very nice when you get to know her.
'If you say so,' he said dubiously. 'Now,' he clapped his hands,
'let's check your face.'
After a quick examination he pronounced, 'No more electrolysis,
dear...'
'Thank god!' I breathed.
'Now, I'm going to take these,' he said, carefully sliding my
glasses off, 'and I'm going to completely restyle your hair,
show you some different make up and some other surprises I have
for you.'
'Jeremy,' I asked softly as he was shampooing my hair, 'do you
think I would look better as a blonde?'
'I hope you're joking, dear,' he said, his fingers massaging my
scalp. 'With your colouring and beautiful eyes, it would be
crazy to dally with it.'
'Really?'
'Trust me, you will be beautiful.'
I was under the dryer, reading a magazine when Angela returned
with a tray with coffee and tea. 'Thank you, dear,' Jeremy said,
warily taking a cup from a smiling Angela.
I took my cup of tea and she asked, 'how's it going, Liz?'
'Angie' I whispered, 'he says, that I'll be beautiful.'
'You already are,' she said with a smile. 'You have a fabulous
kitchen, Jeremy,' she said.
'Thank you, it was designed by Arno Lalian.'
'You know Arno Lalian?'
I looked over; I could tell Angela was impressed. 'Yes, I do,'
Jeremy said. 'Liz, I have to pull you out now, I have to add...'
'I'll get out of your hair,' Angela said and then laughed. 'Bad
pun, sorry!'
Jeremy worked furiously on my hair and I squinted in the mirror
to see what he was doing but couldn't quite work it out. He had
music blaring and was singing along with the Thompson Twins as
he brushed my hair out. 'Hold me now,' he sang as the brushed
furiously stroked my hair.
'Let's do your face,' he muttered as the Thompson Twins finished
and 'Ghostbusters' came on. He worked on my face for twenty
minutes and then said, 'that, I think dear, is it.'
I stood up at last and tried to see the mirror. 'Where are my
glasses?'
'Gone.'
'What? Jeremy...'
'Liz, dear,' he said, seizing my shoulders, 'I have something
for you, promise me you'll try.'
'Try what?'
'Promise?'
I sighed. 'All right, I promise.'
Jeremy left me and returned with a small plastic box. 'When I
had your glasses made, I had them do these as well.'
I looked at the box. 'Contacts?'
'Dear, I wear them; it will make your eyes fabulous. Try them,
for me?'
'I've always thought they would hurt my eyes or something,' I
said softly.
'You have to get used to them and take care of them but that's
the same as everything. Liz, I am not giving your glasses back!
You promised!'
'Jeremy,' I laughed, 'you're heartless. Oh, give me the
contacts! You'll have to help me.'
It took a few minutes, I was worried but it wasn't really a
problem. I blinked as everything came into focus. I was still
blinking when I looked at the mirror and this dark haired beauty
appeared.
I stared at myself. My hair was thick, fuller with a soft wave
and had soft auburn highlights. My eyes seemed so large without
my glasses and my hands were trembling as they sought the arm of
the chair to steady myself.
I was beautiful!
The woman who nervously looked back at me was enigmatic, sensual
and vibrantly beautiful!
I glanced at Jeremy and I could see he was also shocked as if
something had been stirred deep inside his soul.
'Oh my,' I breathed. Blinking, I turned, hugged Jeremy and
kissed his cheek. 'Thank you,' I said softly.
'I haven't finished yet, dear,' he said.
Jeremy made me change into a special pair of underpants that had
small unobtrusive padding on my bottom and he also gave me a bra
with a little help as well. 'Try this on,' he said, draping a
red halter neck gown over the door of the change room.
Before walking out, I swirled in front of the mirror. I was sooo
curvy! The dress was fabulous and came to below the knee. I
clasped my hands together in delight and almost cried, as I
knew, just knew, that I was looking at me, the real me in that
mirror!
Jeremy hugged me. 'You look like a princess,' he said.
'Jeremy,' I stuttered, 'how will I ever thank you?'
'You just did,' he said softly, squeezing my hands, 'looking
like you do. You...'
Angela came down the stairs with a laden tray, stepping
carefully, looking down and Jeremy stopped what he was going to
say. 'Late lunch,' she called breezily, 'hope you're hungry.'
She turned, looked and froze, stood stock-still and I was
instantly afraid that the tray was going to fall.
Jeremy obviously thought the same as he quickly took the tray
from her. 'Let me,' he said softly. 'It looks superb and I think
we're all hungry.'
'Liz?' Angela said in disbelief.
'Hello Angie,' I smiled. 'What do you think?'
'I can't believe it,' she said softly, walking towards me. 'You
look fabulous, a film star!'
'I hardly think...'
'You do, you really do,' she said wondrously. 'Jeremy,' she said
turning to him, 'you are a genius.'
'At least you recognise it now,' he said cheekily. 'I'm
starving.'
'Let's eat,' I said but Angela continued to stare at me. 'Come
on Angie, let's have that lunch.'
We sat at a long table in the corner, Angela laying the food out
while Jeremy fiddled with the music centre. Foreigner and 'I
Want to Know What Love Is' filtered into the room.
'This looks scrumptious,' he pronounced and began to eat.
We ate silently, Angela constantly looking at me and then
shaking her head. Suddenly, she exclaimed, 'you don't have your
glasses!'
'I have contacts,' I admitted shyly, glancing at Jeremy who
smiled.
'Your eyes look fabulous,' Angela said. 'Jeremy,' she suddenly
said, turning to him so sharply he froze in the middle of
eating, 'you were right!'
'What, dear?' he asked in a faint and puzzled voice.
'We should have gone all the way, you told me, but I didn't
listen!'
Jeremy glanced at me and shrugged. 'Angela,' he said and I
thought at least he was using her name now, 'it was different
circumstances... anyway, can we please have lunch?'
'Liz,' Angela said ignoring Jeremy, 'you look amazing.'
'Thanks, Angie, but can we leave it out? I'm a bit tired of it
already.'
'Better get used to it,' she said, biting into a sandwich with
a grin.
We finished lunch in silence. I was alive, feeling tremendous
and like I had just been born, it was great! Looking over at
Jeremy, I wanted to hug and kiss him - in some way, thank him!
Suddenly I was glad I had agreed to perform at his dinner party
and I was going to make it great for him.
'That was lovely, Angie,' I said, pushing my plate away, 'but I
cannot eat another bit!'
'Yes,' agreed Jeremy, 'it was fantastic.'
'I'll clear everything away,' Angela said, 'and let you two get
back to it.'
'I don't think so,' Jeremy said and flicked Angela's hair. 'Your
turn, dear, you really do need a trim and some body in that hair
of yours. Sit down.'
'Me?'
'Yes, you!'
Angela sat down meekly and Jeremy winked at me. 'Liz, if you go
into that room,' he said pointing, 'you'll find three more
gowns. Try them on, put on a fashion show for us while I fix
this hair.'
Two of the gowns were in red, although in different shades and
the third was black. The styles were different but each one
looked fabulous. I couldn't believe the image of the woman in
the mirror as I swirled and turned in that change room.
I walked out in the first gown, a style reminiscent of the
fifties, pencil skirt and elegant sleeves and Angela gave a low
whistle. 'That looks like it was made for you, dear,' Jeremy
said.
'Which is the best?' I asked when I returned with the other red
gown and Angela tried to shake her head but Jeremy held her
firmly. 'Don't move or I'll do damage!'
'I don't know, Liz,' Angela said, ignoring Jeremy, 'they all
look terrific.'
'Try the black one,' Jeremy called as I walked back to the
change room.
They both stopped when I returned in the black dress.
'Fabulous,' Jeremy said, 'absolutely bloody fabulous!'
'Yes,' Angela said softly, 'it is, isn't it?'
'Where did you get these from, Jeremy? They must have cost a
bomb?'
Jeremy smiled. 'Actually, they cost me nothing, I used them for
a photo shoot for a certain actor who, I might say didn't wear
them as well as you. She doesn't have your colouring, I'm
afraid.'
'Jeremy,' I said as I kissed his cheek, 'the dresses are
fabulous.
'Oh,' he said cheekily as he worked on Angela's hair, 'I knew
what would look good on you. Do you really like them, dear?
'I absolutely love them! Should I wear the black tonight?'
'Absolutely.'
I sat in the chair dreaming while he finished Angela and then we
were ready to go. He had done a fantastic job on Angela, her
hair was full and magnificent and, what's more, she knew it.
'Thank you, Jeremy,' she said, kissing his cheek, 'you are
fabulous!'
'Thank you,' he said, suddenly coy. 'Tonight still all right?'
he asked.
'Yes, we'll be there.'
Jeremy glanced at Angela and smiled. 'You're coming to give her
support?'
'Only if you think...'
'I think it's wonderful, Angela,' he said and I could tell
Angela was taken aback by his friendliness. 'Cocktail dress for
you, dear,' he instructed and Angela grinned.
'Of course.'
'Thanks again, Jeremy,' I said holding the dresses on their
hangings, 'I will pay you...'
'No,' he said sharply, 'we had an agreement. You play tonight.'
'Yes,' I said hesitantly, 'but there must be more...'
'When you record an album,' Jeremy said with a small mischievous
smile, 'I insist I dress you for the cover!'
I laughed and hugged him. 'Done! It's a deal.'
'Here,' he said as he slipped my glasses and pieces of paper
into my bag, 'you'll need the glasses when you want to give your
eyes a rest from the contacts. The instructions on the make up
and the contacts are there as well, dear. Normal daywear,
evening wear and performance face are all there. I'm afraid you
have some homework.'
'I don't know how to thank...'
'Will you give it a rest, dear! Just play tonight and I'll be
happy.'
'Jeremy... what did you tell the people that will be coming...
I mean...'
'I told them that I have this talented friend and she will be
playing for us tonight. I also said that she was very beautiful.
What else could I have possibly told them, Liz?' he asked with
a smile.
'Nothing,' I smiled shyly, 'nothing at all. Thank you again,
Jeremy.'
He kissed my cheek again. 'Bye dear, I know you'll be fabulous
tonight.'
'What is it,' Angela said dreamily in the taxi, 'that makes gay
men understand dresses better than women do?'
'I don't know,' I smiled, 'but these gowns he gave me are
wonderful.'
'He really cares about you, doesn't he?' Angela said.
'I suppose he does,' I said softly, wondering why.
'You were right, Liz, he is nice and I hope he likes me.'
'He styled your hair didn't he? And it looks fabulous! What else
is there to say?'
'Nothing at all,' Angela said dreamily, flicking the ends of her
hair while the taxi ploughed on, 'nothing at all.'
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