Y/n Jolie was just a normal girl who grew up in a toxic household, after one incident she had to move in with her Aunt Sofia.
Soon after she got fame as she applied for modeling at a young age, as she grows up she realizes that not everything is as...
The year was 2008. I was 17 now, and life had changed a lot.
Paparazzi followed me almost everywhere, snapping pictures even when I was just walking to the store.
They knew where I lived, what coffee I drank, and probably even what shampoo I used. It was weird, but somehow, I was getting used to it.
I still lived with Aunt Sofia. After everything, she did end up dating that one truck driver—Carl. And honestly, he wasn't so bad. He made her laugh, and that's all I really cared about.
It was still early in the afternoon, and I had a birthday party to go to later, but first... I needed to bother someone.
I walked into her room and flopped onto the bed dramatically. "Sooo... what are your plans for today?" I asked, grinning as I hugged her pillow.
She looked up from her book, her reading glasses sliding slightly down her nose. "Well, I have a date with Carl, the truck driver—so I'm booked, thank you very much," she teased with a smirk. "What about you?"
"I just have a birthday party to go to, nothing crazy. But can you help me find what to wear, please?" I pleaded, dropping to my knees on the bed and giving her the most dramatic begging eyes I could manage.
She sighed through a smile, looked back at her book for a second, then nodded slowly. "Okay, okay. But if you drag me into that closet of yours, I want full control."
"Deal!" I said, already jumping off the bed and pulling her by the hand.
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Y/N POV
I kissed Aunt Sofia on the cheek, wishing her the best for her date tonight.
"Good luck, Auntie. Don't let Carl talk your ear off about engine parts again," I teased.
She laughed, gently swatting my arm. "I like a man who knows how to fix things. Now go have fun, mija."
With a grin, I headed to my car, tossing my bag and a small white gift box tied with a pink ribbon into the passenger seat.
It wasn't much, just a bottle of Dior perfume but it was elegant, classy, and definitely better than showing up empty-handed.
The drive to Devon's party wasn't long, but the butterflies in my stomach fluttered like it was my first high school dance.
I hadn't been out to a big gathering like this in months. And now that I was seventeen and under a lot more public attention, I knew I'd have to be careful.
As soon as I stepped inside, music and laughter wrapped around me. I scanned the room until I saw her Devon in the kitchen, already glowing with birthday energy.
