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[h1][color=deeppink]Emilia Carter[/color][/h1]

The ride from set to the hotel was brief, and Emilia spent her few moments alone in the backseat alternating between taking in the city views and checking through her messages on her phone. Just because she was away from home, doesn't mean all of her other obligations had stopped.

As the car pulled up to the curb outside the hotel, Emilia tipped the driver, thankful the studio had provided the cast with transportation to and from the hotel and sets. Although Emilia had no problems driving herself around, she had to admit that driving around the busy, chaotic streets of Boston intimidated her. It was all red lights, sharp turns, one way streets, and pedestrians that seemed to walk wherever they saw fit. No thanks.

“Emilia!” Called a man's voice from the other side of the velvet rope. “How was the first day back on set? Any drama between stars yet?” Emilia turned just as a camera flash went off right in her face. She ignored the peppering of questions, and instead greeted the group of fans outside the hotel. It was no secret where the cast was staying, as they had all checked in over the past few days. Soon the citizens of Boston would be used to seeing their faces around town, and all of this would be over. Or at least greatly decreased.

The people outside weren't the only ones seeing stars. As Emilia entered the hotel, all the bright camera flashes had her seeing them as well. She shook it off as she entered the elevator and rode it up to her floor, encountering no one else on her was up.

Although she didn't bother washing her mane of auburn locks, Emilia did choose to shower before dinner. She found the scent of her honey-vanilla body wash soothing, and breathed in deeply, loving the way the scent clung to her body even after her showered ended.

Emilia sighed as she rifled through her temporary closet. She only traveled to Boston with two suitcases, choosing to have whatever else she needed from home shipped. Luckily she knew she had at least one appropriate dress currently hanging in the closet. As she pulled the black long sleeved dress from her closet, she made a mental note to have more cocktail wear shipped from home, or to make time to go buy some. If she was going to be having dinners with Bella, she would certainly be needing it.

Emilia ran her hands over her hips, smoothing the black fabric once more while she looked in the mirror. The dress she wore was one of her favorites. Although the front was modest, the back plunged into a low V, leaving her back completely bare. It fell to just below her knees, with a small slit in the back for ease of movement. She paired it with a long dangling silver necklace, and a pair of red bottomed nude heels. Her auburn hair fell in waves down her back and needed no styling, and she simply touched up the light makeup that had been applied earlier for her time as Kaitlin. She made a second mental note to wash her face very well after dinner. Her sensitive skin was going to rebel against having makeup on for so long.

Just as she was going to leave her room, her phone rang, the number to her agent popping up. With a sigh, Emilia set her things down and answered the call, listening intently as her agent rambled on about things regarding her new book.

Although necessary, the call set her back quite a bit. By the time she walked into the restaurant, it looked like everyone else was there already. Luckily, it appeared that some of the cast had arrived only minutes before she did.

[color=deeppink]“So sorry I'm late. I got stuck on a call. Wow, this is exciting.”[/color] Emilia looked around to all of her cast mates and offered each a smile, even Nick. She gave a small wave to Vince and Ashley. Out of all of her cast mates, they were two that she stayed in touch with. For a while, Emilia and Ashley had even shared an apartment. Although Ashley's exuberance could be overwhelming for some, Emilia found her endearing.

[color=deeppink]“Aisik,”[/color] she said, her green eyed gaze finally settling on him.[color=deeppink] “You look wonderful. I had wanted to catch up earlier, but things got a little crazy. How are you?” [/color]


[h1][color=deeppink]Kaitlin O'Connor[/color][/h1]

Even after finishing her fries, Kaitlin chose to stick around the Pour House and enjoy another drink. It was Friday night, and although more people milled about than when she first entered, the night was only beginning. Admittedly, Kaitlin was not looking forward to returning to her empty townhouse. She was used to noise and chaos, and the past few days that she had spent in Edenridge had been eerily calm.

Well, calm enough, if you disregard the fiasco at the school. On the plus side, the worst was most likely over. She had already run into pretty much every person from her past already, so all of those awkward “hey how are you? Heard you got shot, sorry I didn't keep in touch blah blah blah” moments were taken care of in one fell swoop that afternoon.

Or so she thought.

[color=deeppink]“I'll have one more Guinness”[/color] Kait said, raising her green eyes, she found herself meeting the level gaze of Logan. The very same Logan she spent most of her time with (when they were talking) in high school, and then treated her with radio silence after the shooting. It took Kait a long time to come to terms with that, and it took her even longer to accept that his ghost act was probably for the better. Plus, even if Kaitlin's family hadn't moved her away upon her release from the hospital, it seemed they would not have reunited anyway. She heard through the grapevine that Logan had moved off quickly after high school as well, though where, she didn't know.

[color=deeppink]“Logan...”[/color] she breathed out, suddenly unsure what to do, and having all thoughts flee her head. [color=deeppink] “I...hi.”[/color]

Conflicting feelings aside, Kait had to admit he looked good. Logan was just as tattooed as she remembered, but his frame was now far more filled out, his shoulders filling the T-Shirt he wore. Whatever he had been doing over the past ten years, it certainly wasn't lazing around watching T.V.