You Are What Dreams Are Made Of

Part 8- New York

Valentina

I had been back in my New York apartment for a week now, I easily resubmerged myself back into the routine, early in the day to the gym in my apartment complex.

Late in the night to the restaurant with a random industry friend who wanted to see me, I knew they only went because of the Paparazzi pictures in which they could be featured.

I had not answered Edmundos text messages since we last talked over the phone about me seeing Richard.

Richard had called a couple of times, throughout the week.

I never picked up.

I wondered if I would once again see him in newspaper covers, if he would also revert back to his old self.

It was a Saturday morning I was getting ready to hit the gym, and stay there a couple of hours, I needed to be in my best shape to travel to Paris tomorrow and stay there for the fashion week.

I was wearing black leggings, paired with a black bra.

I had makeup on and a sweeter, even in the privacy of a gym only for residents, I could still run into the rich mom's that lived in the apartment complex.

I was in the kitchen, mixing a disgusting looking vegan protein shake which would be my breakfast, when the bell rang.

I hurried over must be Dior's group who would take my measurements, although they were a bit early I thought.

They were scheduled for twelve, it was barely eight.

I swinged the door open, it was better to get it over with that way I could rest later.

"Fuck."  

It wasn't the team it was Richard dressed in a suit, he seemed as surprised as I was.

"So you do live here?" He seemed pleased with himself.

"How did you find me?" I asked, "how did you get though security?" He chuckled.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" I rolled my eyes and opened the door wider.

Richard

"Sure thing come in? Can I offer you something to drink a coffee?" I noticed how tense she was, how she rolled her eyes when I asked her to come in.

"A coffee if that's alright?" I said, she nodded and went behind the counter messing with some stuff.

I looked everywhere it was so opposite my own apartment where mine was dark hers  was filled of light. 

Pictures of her mom and her occupied almost all frames.

I stared at a specific one, it was her mom opening the coffee downstairs from where they live.

"So how did you find me? Did mom give you my address?" She placed a cup in front of me. 

"I have my way's." I answered the reality was I had gone to her house, her mom refused to answer, and so I hired a private investigator who only told me where she was yesterday afternoon.

"How did you get past security?... And don't say the same thing." She added.

"I rented the place next door." She looked both way's.

"That can't be Ji-Hoon has that side, and Mrs. Pembrooke and her family have the other side."

I pointed at Ji-Hoon's side.

Ji-Hoon is a Korean popular idol I bumped into him during a business trip to his country last October, I spent a fun night with him and his crew clubbing around Seoul.