Celebrity Bride by Alison Kervin Read Free Book Online

with clothes, shoes, jewellery and a lifetime's 'stuff '.
    'I'll miss you two,' I say between giant sobs. 'You have no idea how much I'll miss you both.'

Chapter 3
    HOLLYWOOD STAR SETTLES DOWN
WITH HIS BRITISH STUNNER. EXCLUSIVE
    By Katie Joseph
Daily Post Showbiz Correspondent
    Handsome film star Rufus George, the world's most eligible bachelor, is in love. I can exclusively reveal that the heart-throb star of The Jewelled Dagger and Love in the Summer is dating Kelly Monsoon a 28-year-old theatre assistant from Twickenham. Last week the pretty brunette moved into George's £5 million house on Richmond Hill and friends of the actor say he's in love for the first time. She has given up her job and the two are practically inseparable.
    It's a real Cinderella story for curvaceous Kelly who met George when he starred in Only Men at Richmond Fringe Theatre. The couple continued to date when George moved with the production to the West End.
    They have fought hard to keep their love a secret. Even Kelly's family knew nothing of the relationship when approached by the Daily Post yesterday, at their family home in Hastings.
    Maude Monsoon, Kelly's great-aunt, reacted with alarm at the news that her attractive great niece was living with a Hollywood star. 'She's gone to fight in the war,' she said, with a wave of her ration book when we approached her at her nursing home in central London. Shortly afterwards she was restrained behind the net curtains by a kindly care assistant.
    There is no question that the world which Kelly now inhabits – among the richest and most glamorous people in the country – is a far cry from the one into which she was born.
    Do you know Kelly Monsoon? If you do, call the Showbiz desk now on 020 7765 0064, or email [email protected].
     
    Noooooo . . . I'm lying on the world's largest bed, under a duvet as soft as bunny rabbits' tails, thinking that nothing in the world can ever go wrong for me again, when Rufus drops the Daily Post onto the end of the bed and I'm greeted by the news that I am, in fact, the news. I've been here a week and I've been rumbled already. Where's all this come from? And what's all the 'Kelly has given up her job' crap? Just because I take a week off, they think I've left.
    'There are photographers all around the house,' says Rufus. 'I was in the kitchen just now and could see them on the CCTV cameras.'
    Shit, shit, shit, fuck, shit. Was it Sophie who spoke to the journalists? I don't understand. It can't have been. Me, Mand and Sophie stood there in Suga Daddys a week ago, on that last night together, drinking, and our shoes sticking to the alcohol-drenched carpet, while we batted away the manly advances of nine hairy builders stinking of beer and fags. I told the men we were lesbians, then Mand, Soph and I swore that we'd look after each other for ever.
    We joked when Mandy took a picture of me and you could see the topless dancers in the background. 'We'll be able to sell that once people find out that you're going out with Rufus George,' whispered Sophie.
    'Oh no,' I cried in mock horror as we hugged each other tightly, much to the delight of the leering builders. The girls swore on their lives that they'd never talk to the press under any circumstances. I promised that I'd never lose touch with them. 'I'll be there for Mand's birthday party on the twelfth. No question.'
    'And lunch on the Saturday,' said Mandy. 'Don't forget that.'
    'Of course I won't,' I said. 'I'm looking forward to it already.'
    It had been such a brilliant evening; me in my beautiful new grey dress, looking a million dollars and attracting loads of attention – all of which was unwanted, of course; since I met Rufus I've been a one-man woman. I wouldn't even let Jimmy buy me a Malibu and pineapple. (That was nothing to with being a one-man woman, though, that was because Malibu and pineapple is truly the worst drink ever created and Jimmy always serves it in a long glass with glacé cherries,