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𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐚'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 had been unkempt, her desire for clean marble tiles and dust free white furniture being a visual hyperbole to maintaining her life in the pristine and perfect box. Her furniture had been a soft luxurious mixture of creams and rose gold while her walk-in closet was coordinated and organized by clothing item and shoes, to its designer, what season or holiday said item would be worn, its material, and its color; all while her make-up, perfume, and toiletries were organized alphabetically by name and color that deemed pleasing and satisfactory to her eye.
Charisma's bedroom reflected her outskirts, where the inner workings of her mind and organs of her chest could be torn to shambles and smashed underneath a hammer, yet visually she still remained fully intact without falter. Even when she had carried partiest to her bedroom, everything seemed to remain fully put together; even when her blankets were ruffled and messy with bodies mixed in between her sheets did it seem fully perfect.
There was nothing out of place when it came to her shelter, the only exception being it was the one place she could maintain control of her belongings all while everything else within herself had been falling apart.
When Valerio entered Charisma's room with a half empty clear bag of party favors, carry out italian, and a fresh bottle of vodka that he managed to snag from behind the bar at the restaurant he picked up lunch Chari ordered for them both, his wits nearly popped his skin when he noted the layout of her bedroom.
The corner entrance of her closet had been crowded with rails, all coated with clothed hangers of dress suits, dresses, shirts, shorts, and bathing suits, with boxes of shoes stacked atop of the other at the bottom. However, it wasn't the mirrored image of a designer clothing store that had taken home upon half of Charisma's bedroom that caught Valerio's eye. It had been the shards of broken glass that decorated her marble floor, mixing in with the scent of perfumes and various water colored liquid that now dyed her tile underneath her vanity chair.
"The fuck happened here," Valerio stated as he placed the bag of food and liquor on Charisma's bed before walking across the room to see Chari on her hands and knees, picking up glass. Charisma didn't even glance his way, her eyes focused upon picking up each shattered bottle. "My aunt and uncle want me to do a shoot for their new line," she stated, "that's their way of bribing me."
Valerio popped his lips as he glanced at the clothes before bending down to grab the trash can and take the bottles out of her hand. "Was talking about this," he stated, "you're too beautiful to break the mirror," he nodded his head to her smashed vanity mirror then tossed the broken glass in the can while maintaining his grip upon her, "what's Chanel done to you, hm?" Picking up the last broken perfume bottle, Valerio kept his hold upon her right wrist while tossing the bottle in the trash before looking back and forth at the broken vanity and equally as broken Charisma.
