"Hey, how was your night, 'Miiisssssss Knightly'?" Keira rolled her eyes at her agent's goofiness.

"It was great," Keira admitted. "It was nice to be in a good old fashion pub."

"That's great, Babe," Pamela rambled on. "I just wanted to tell you that today you have a photo shoot with Vogue and that should take up your entire afternoon."

"Great," Keira said. She hoped after the shoot, she could go back to the pub for dinner.

"I'll have your driver pick you up at 12, be ready."

Keira gave the phone back to the butler and decided to get ready.

She took a pill for her hangover and then drifted about her closet. It didn't matter what she wore since the staff on vogue would provide her clothes to model in, but she didn't want to look like such a slob, especially since she was feeling so icky already.

She decided on a simple black tank top and straight leg jeans.

"God, I forgot how tight these are," She mumbled as she tried to squeeze the jeans past her hips.

When she conquered her pants she grabbed a jacket and waited for her driver.