VI.
- Cate -
I still have three photoshoots left in my schedule before this day ends and my glam team has remained to accompany me. I'll be paying them extra for this though.
I can still vividly remember Trish's face. How I was able to see her again earlier, how my heart jumped for joy when our eyes met. However, it hurts me too that I cannot touch her or attempt to go near her because I was afraid. Afraid that she'd tell me to stay away. I'm afraid of how her eyes glare when she's hurt or sad. I'm afraid to hear her gloomy and exasperated voice again.
I shook my head out of frustration when I heard a knock – "Come in" I thought it was just Justin so I didn't even bother to fix myself.
"Miss, Aubrey said you needed me?" A stony voice caught my attention and it was her. The face that I longed to see
"Ah, come in and sit down" I honestly didn't know why I told Aubrey that I needed her here. All I wanted was to see and feel her presence in the same room
Silence filled the room and it was deafening
I steal glances in the mirror to see her sitting on the couch, emotionless, and quiet.
I was about to talk when someone knocks on the door again—
"Miss Blanchett, the photographer's ready for you" I just nodded at him and looked at Trish
"Uhm, can you accompany me with the shoot?" I broke the silence and without hesitations and without even looking at me she replied
"Yes Miss" she stood up and still looking at the floor, she was behind me waiting for me to step out of the room first
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- Trish -
We were in the same room. I don't know what I would do, this is fvcking awkward, I tried breathing normally.
I'm still catching breaths. The suffocation in this room is too heavy. Her scent, that sweet yet charismatic scent that screams sultry, intense, but sensual at the same time lingers on my nose.
Her presence alone, I feel like I'll pass out anytime in this four-cornered dressing room. Everything screams about her. The color, the vibe, the elegance.
Whenever she's not looking, I would steal glances at her. She looked sad but she's still splendid. Her hair has grown but she's still the same. Her face, her perfume, and her effect on me were still the same the very first night that I drove her home.
