La Mia Stella-( My Star )

Chapter 2

Chapter 2:

-Later that night-

A white blouse buttoned all the way to the top with a little black bow to sealed my neck. The sleeves were wrapped up to my elbow and sealed with a pearl button. I slipped into some black pantyhose with a black line at the back of my legs. I squeezed into a black mid-length skirt, those extra kilos from the lockdown were making me nervous. I finished my makeup, a soft light brown smokey eyes, sharp eyeliner and fake lashes. Defined brows, sculpted cheeks and a highlighter that outshined any diamonds, to finish a nice nude lip. I let naturally my curls loose, ginger with a hint of golden highlights in the sunshine outshined my outfit.

« Tell me again why you're so made up? You look like a live doll. Barbie looks more realistic than you. » My colleague threw a paper ball at me.

I was trying to act normal « I want to visit the city, our flight is tomorrow afternoon I might as well enjoy Rome before I get fired. » I caught the paper ball and threw it back in his face.

« Or the men » He laughed before he frowned when he got hit by the paper ball. « Fine, go away » he turned on the TV.

« Bye,» I took my high heeled ankle boots with me and put them outside in front of the hotel room.

I breathed a couple of times trying to ease my nerves. I turned off my phone notifications as I had both my parents texting me begging me to get away from the « devil » and my boss pressuring me to find other information 'by any needs seems necessary', his words not mine.

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I walked through the halls of the hotel. I kept pulling my skirt down and clutching onto my purse or playing with my ring. This was a bad idea. Why did I agree to this pathetic little message on a toxic packet full of chemicals?

I had no idea where I was going, I headed to the reception desk. I bit down on my lip, no one could notice with the mask. No amount of cigarettes could calm my nerves.

« Come with me »

The same bodyguard from the airport took me by the arm and made me walk with him. We headed to the elevator. He pressed a couple of numbers and suddenly we were moving up. He didn't make a noise, he didn't even speak another word until we were in front of the door.

 « Wait here » he ordered.

 I stayed still in front of the door waiting for my next move. I didn't know where to look, I should have looked at the number room, looked around where I was but all I could focus on was the length of my skirt. It was too tight, too short. This skirt was annoying me, it was ill-fitted and it was making me more nervous.

« He will see you now. »

I looked up panicking. « I.. yeah. » I hopped inside the room.

The door shut loudly behind me, it made me jumped. There was no one. I stared at the door hoping to escape the biggest mistake of my life.

« In here » I heard Damiano say.

I couldn't go back, I breathe in slowly and out and turned around. Now or never. I held my fist tightly and starting walking with my head up high. The room had a nice beige warm tone, the curtains were pulled and the lights were turned on, all of them. There was a couch that seemed to be a sweet blue but it was covered with clothes, the suitcase was laying on the floor. The table had a basket of fruits and a bottle of champagne with a letter opened quickly. The TV was playing loudly as background noises, it was them on TV. The interview my company had made announcing that Damiano David was going to take a drug test tomorrow as he « had nothing to hide »