❛ 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 ❜
Show no weakness as it can be the strength of someone else
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Coming home to an empty place after a long day of chaos was like a breath of fresh air for Stella, providing solace amidst the whirlwind she had faced. The moment she stepped through the door, a wave of tranquility washed over her, wrapping her weary soul in a comforting embrace. The familiar ambiance of her graphite-coated kitchen welcomed her, offering a haven of serenity.
She kicked off her heels, freeing her tired feet, and removed the delicate wristwatch adorning her arm. With a graceful saunter, she made her way to the kitchen, its sleek design exuding a modern elegance that could make even the most discerning architect envious.
Opening the wooden cupboards that lined the walls, Stella reveled in the symphony of scents that greeted her senses.
Among them, her favorite wine beckoned—a rich elixir that danced with Earthy aromas of bark, truffles, terracotta, and sandalwood, with a few mysterious notes she kept secret.
To an untrained palate, the liquor might have tasted ordinary, but for Stella, it was a treasure, an acquired taste that she relished. It takes a certain kind of tongue to be able to appreciate the vivacious fruit that swaddled in a robust and generous portion of tannins that had her addicted to the taste of the Château Pétrus.
With the glass in her hand, she proceeded to the living space, sinking into the plush embrace of the settee. Loosening the first three buttons of her grape silk blouse, she discarded it within arm's reach of the long upholstered seat.
The television flickered to life, displaying the content from the News channel, where a frenzy of cameras pursued what seemed like a boy band in their early twenties, stepping out of the airport.
Stella rolled her eyes, grateful that her own career did not revolve around such a spotlight.
The relentless scrutiny and harsh criticism endured by those in the public eye were a daunting prospect, requiring a resilience she wasn't sure she possessed. She probably would've gone deranged by now. Critics were harsh on the web and they sure weren't praying for one's success. You had to grow a thick skin to survive in such a destructive industry.
With a few sips of her cherished wine, Stella arranged her paperwork and laptop on the coffee table in front of her, determined to make progress on her professional obligations.
As she scrolled through social media to keep herself awake, she couldn't help but succumb to the familiar drowsiness that engulfed her. It had become a daily ritual— balancing the demands of work and the irresistible lure of slumber.
Time flew faster, and suddenly, the incessant chime of the doorbell pierced the silence, rousing Stella from her deep sleep.
Grumbling in annoyance, she hastily reached for her phone, rubbing her eyes as she groggily made her way to the door.
Opening it, she was met with Jin's pouty lips, accompanied by a remark that didn't quite match the disheveled state in which she found herself. Yet, Stella felt comfortable in her best friend's presence, knowing she could reveal her true self without reservation— makeup-free, with unkempt hair and mouth stained by drool.
"Woah, you look like shit," was the first thing that came out of the man's lips when he saw her. If she weren't in the expanse of her own home, she'd feel conscious of her current state, but she was comfortable around her best friend that she didn't feel uneasy showing her true self, bare of make-up and her favorite shade of lipstick.
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