Marietta’s POVThe repeated sound of the alarm jolted me out of my sleep.Standing right before me was Clara, holding her tablet like usual.“Clara?”“Yes, ma’am.” She answered, smiling.“You have a show in the next one hour. And your makeup artist is here already,” she answered.I felt a bit confused as I couldn’t remember a thing from yesterday.“And yes, you have a date in the evening,” Clara winked.“My head. I feel so good,” I muttered.But something doesn’t just feel right.“I have a date?” I asked.“Yes. With Mr. Whitmore,” Clara replied.“You need to get out of bed quickly. Mr. Frinch is waiting for you.” Clara continued.“Mr. Frinch?” “Yes. He’s your new manager at Hollywood–”“Slow down,” I said.“We’ve got a little time,” Clara hastened me.Soon, I was dressed for the occasion. Waiting for me are more than thirty guards with classy cars. My life looks like a dream at the moment, but first, I need to do whatever my personal assistant asks of me.Upon getting to the venue,
Last Updated : 2025-02-28
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