I am a former plus sized model in my mid-40's that organized and chaired one of the largest charity benefits in our area. The one that would stand out for me was held at a huge lodge with a seven course dinner, a silent auction with all the proceeds going to my favorite charities.
This particular year's event had a fashion show with 10 gorgeous models with all those proceeds going to a battered women's shelter in our area. It was black tie and everyone dressed to impress.
The entertainment was usually local, but this time I arranged to secure Constantine, the rising star just coming off a tour. How I did that I am still not sure, but I wasn't going to complain.
I have had a crush not unlike a teenage girl on this man for a long time, but I am sure that his entire night would be spent with the many fashion models vying for his attention, however, I had him at my table for dinner anyway.
I spent a fortune on my black Armani gown but it was all worth it, I know I looked great and I felt great, since I'd also lost twenty pounds recently, but still had some kicking curves.
I made my way downstairs to the ballroom to wait for Con to arrive. The room was filled to capacity once they found out the evenings entertainment. Finally, he arrived. It was nothing like the minute he walked into that ballroom in a black tux.
Somehow I managed to greet him and introduce him to the few important people there before dinner started. At dinner we chatted and got along famously, he was so well spoken for a man barely thirty.
After the silent auction and the fashion show, he sang a number of songs for us and dedicated one especially to me. My heart skipped a few beats as he walked off the stage and held my hand as he sang it.
I barely saw him after the show was over, he very graciously signing autographs and taking pictures for donations to the causes we were supporting. I left him being mobbed by a crowd of beauties all vying for his attention.
I went to my room and was standing on my balcony reminising about the great evening when I heard a knock on the door.
"Room Service."
Room service, I did't order room service, I had thought.
I opened the door and to my amazement there stood Constantine with two glasses and a bottle of champagne.
"How about a nightcap?"