𝐆𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐨. Model, actress, celebrity. At the age of 22 Gianna already has everything or at least that's what everyone thinks.
But in reality, her life couldn't be more of a mess. Where there's money there's alcohol, where there's pa...
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"What do you think she is scheming?" Jesse asks while pouring himself some wine, some very expensive wine to be precise. It's been a while since we have seen each other so I decided to bring out the good stuff.
"I don't know but we are talking about my mother here so whatever it is, it ain't good." I slide my glass over the counter hinting for him to pour me some wine too.
It's Friday night and instead of being outside partying, we are hiding at my apartment sipping wine and gossiping as if we were two fifty-year-old housewives. And it's not that we don't enjoy partying, we do, I'm pretty sure the whole New York City knows we do but there's something about a cozy night with your best friend sitting on your kitchen island that's impossible to beat.
"Maybe an assistant? You have been working a lot lately, has to be difficult to keep up." Jesse pours me a generous glass of wine. Exactly how I like it.
My mother told me a few days ago that she was going to interview someone to form part of my team. And since then she hasn't given me any additional information which is not usual of her, she might be controlling but she always used to allow me to choose my team, or at least choose from her already-made selection. So to say I'm not happy about this would be an understatement.
"Nah, I don't think so, she is too stuck in her ways to let someone else arrange my schedule. Everything has to be the way she wants it. I guess she will tell me tomorrow when she comes by for lunch." Reaching for the glass I take a long sip and then leave it back over the countertop, the glass hitting the marble a lot harder than I wanted.
"Be careful, that glass alone is like a hundred dollars." Jesse points at me accusingly.
"I know, I bought the bottle remember? You cheap ass." I joke taking another sip.
Jesse only spends money on clothes and traveling, he would eat on a rice and potato-based diet if he could but if someone else pays for the good stuff then he will be the first to accept the offer.
"I'm not cheap, I just think that spending a thousand dollars on a thing you are going to end up shiting or peeing out isn't worth it." He shrugs his shoulders.
Not worth it if you don't pay.
"Always so elegant." I take one more sip and get down from the tall chair to go to the fridge. I swear I have some jamón ibérico my father brought me from Spain last time he visited somewhere around here. I haven't eaten something actually fulfilling in days, my relationship with food isn't the best but I'm trying.
"So, how was your date? He or she?" I change themes needing to forget about everything me related.
"She, fucked too many men the last few weeks I was getting overwhelmed."
"Always so dramatic." Where is the damn jamón? I swear if my mother threw it out because it has too much fat I'm going to riot.
"Dramatic? Do you know how draining it is to fuck men? Always so needy and most of the time they don't even know what they are doing. I really need to stop choosing the white closeted rich boys and move to some older men." He huffs and then I believe he takes another sip of his wine. "What the fuck are you doing over there? You look crazy."
