I've never been experiencing the feeling of being a celebrity in a brief time. Reaching the place, Olivine and I were immediately ushered to get entrance to the hotel lobby and headed to a lounge area where we saw several presses on standby.
Olivine knew as she anticipated this group of people. Inquiring never-ending questions, it's like a loop stuck in their head since her wife passed away. These people wouldn't be able to stop or don't even know how to stop, she muttered as she protected Katarina on her left arm and had four bodyguards around. Despite it, Olivine understands that it's their job, even though sometimes these media people are harsh, brutal, out of context, or worst selling their soul on someone to make it better for the sake of money.
"Hey! Miss Ferguson, is she your new girlfriend? A man in his suit holding a phone as if he is recording.
"Is that on the record or is it live?" Olivine irritably honed to the other guy holding a camera; she halted when Katarina grabbed her arm.
"She's the new manager at the gallery. Yes? Is that good?" she responded.
The further members of the press are in the circus at his back. He is a tall man. Everyone is behind him trying to reach their phones towards them, with multiple camera flashes and their phones around them.
"Turn it off, please; I'll answer your questions one by one if you turn them off." Olivine paused and stopped walking, blocking her face with her arms. Katarina is beside her doing the same with countless flashes still.
"Miss Ferguson, whose your companion? Is she your friend?" A woman said.
"She's our manager at the Collector's Gallery," she replied.
"How are you these days, Miss Ferguson...?"
"I'm good. Have a nice evening, gents and ladies."
"Hey Miss! What is her name?" the young woman raised a question closely.
"Come here, Katarina, let's go," she told.
"Did you hear that?" the old man in his suit asked.
"Her name is Katarina," the lady replied.
"Those press don't look certain or even knew how to stop," one of the guards spoke as they walked, passing through the corridors.
"Cameras always seek the truth; sometimes it gets blinded by their flashes themselves," Olivine said.
They walked faster away from them under the control of their guards. Luckily, there is a celebrity behind them who arrived at the place as an opportunity for them to exit.
"She is your lover, Miss Olivine, the way you protect her!" Someone yelled at their backs.
They paused walking. Katarina chose to hold Olivine's hand, stopping her from turning around. Katarina saw her teeth gritted, her jaw gripped, holding her stillness, and not revealing emotions to the press camera everywhere.
"Wait, I understand how you feel; they don't respect your privacy, and you are still grieving. I know, I've seen it in your eyes; the pain is still there. So, now let's go head to miss Ofelia's reserved room, and here, hold my hand," Katarina whispered to her.
Olivine heeded what she was told by Katarina; she decides to be still and modest as they walk away from them.
* * *
They arrived at the room, and one of the guards unlocked the door, looking at Katarina, and their luggage was welcomed. It arrived first, as they asked the favor. Gliding the tip of the concierge for taking the favor and assisting them. Since it is a long flight, several tags and stickers are fastened that haven't been touched.
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Let it Rain | Olivine | Book2 | WLW
Short Story[COMPLETED] [women-loving-women] WLW What is love,when she's already committed? Olivine is grieving of a loss of her beloved wife, since that day she couldn't feel any emotions any attachments left we're all gone the trauma of being alone. Struggle...
