The Fall

“Hello, Alessia,” Stephanie said, looking at the tall woman in front of her. Alessia was beautiful, but not like Olivia. Olivia had blue eyes and blonde hair, the kind of beauty that looked like it belonged in a magazine, like a perfect Hollywood doll. Alessia, on the other hand, was striking in a different way, more mysterious and haunting, like something out of the shadows.

Alessia looked at her with deep green eyes, cold and sharp. “Cut to the chase, Stephanie. My time is precious,” she said, clearly uninterested in any small talk.

Stephanie let out a small laugh. “You are exactly how people describe you.”

Alessia smirked, a cold smile that made her look even more distant. “Maybe you had something to do with shaping me into who I am,” she said, her tone sharp and full of bitterness. She looked at Stephanie like she was a stranger, someone who had failed her as a mother.

They were standing on the edge of the city, looking out over Los Angeles. From here, Alessia could see the Hollywo