In the midst of her family's best kept secret being plastered amongst the tabloids, Astoria Damaris came to realize 3 things that she quickly grew to resent.
The first being that London's unruly weather has made it rather difficult to wear the new...
My mother's sharp tone slices through the air, effectively snapping me out of my haze of boredom, causing me to glance up from my phone.
I'm met with her icy glower, one that acts as a warning to a degree so negative that an honest to god shiver runs down my spine. I advert my gaze, turning my attention to the blonde on the screen staring back at me awkwardly.
Mallory, my manager, offers me an awkward smile as I fail to ignore the piercing glare drilling into the side of my skull. Though, the screen lags, freezing on her polite smile of discomfort.
My eyes roll, the slight inconvenience furthering my distaste for the meeting I'm expected to sit in on. We're on zoom, and apparently the connection from New York to London is too far for the satellites to compute, making the screen freeze every couple frames.
"Yes, I'm listening," I breathe out, the lie falling from my lips with ease. "My listening ears are on."
My mother doesn't deign an answer, only an irritated huff before refocusing on whatever it is she was discussing previously.
The second she's preoccupied, I turn my attention back to my phone. Rewatching the stories I posted earlier for the 50th time before scrolling through my timeline.
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