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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Walking behind Gianna I can't help but quickly notice how tense she is and how hard she is trying to hide it. It's her stride that gives it away, her steps are too perfect, too thought through, even for a model. It's as if she were on the runway.
At first, I thought maybe she was just nervous about her casting but when I caught her looking around her the second she got a foot outside the building I understood everything. She was making sure she was not being watched, that there were no paparazzi around. I can't imagine how living like this must be, always on alert, watching your every move.
So I try to help the only way I know how.
"I checked the perimeter before I came in, there's no one around." I let her know in an attempt to make her feel better and she might not give me a verbal answer but watching her shoulders relax slightly is more than enough for me.
"See, he is good, Gigi," Valentina whispers getting closer to her daughter.
Once you truly look for them Mother and daughter share a lot of qualities —physically— same hair and skin color, same body and height, same face bone structure. Gianna is pretty much the younger version of her mother, the only difference is her eyes. While she has the most beautiful captivating green eyes I have ever seen her mother has dark brown ones. It's that detail, which to most could appear insignificant that makes them have a totally different vibe. Gianna's eyes, they bring you in, they make you curious and Valentina's make you want to keep a respectful distance. It's truly incredible how many things are given away by simply looking into someone's eyes.
When we are about to reach the black SUV (car that I had to borrow from my uncle since there's no way in hell I could have afforded it when I started this) I walk in front of the women to open their door. "Allow me." I smile politely, giving my hand to Valentina to help her go in first.
"Thank you, dear." She smiles right back at me, taking my hand before getting inside the car and sliding to the left so Gianna can also get in.
"May I?" I give Gianna my hand too, same as I did with her mother but she totally ignores it, climbing into the car with all the easiness in the world.
Noted.
"I'm good." She says once she has already settled on the very expensive cream-coloured leather seats and a quiet warning from Valentina is quick to follow. "Thank you." She lets out in the end, not sparing me a glance. Her hands gripping her grey dress tightly.
"A pleasure." I close the door right after my words.
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The ride was well... interesting. It basically consisted of Valentina explaining step after step everything that Gianna was supposed to do. Or rather, ordering. "Be nice with the other girls but not overly nice, smile but not enough for the lines on your face to show. Suck your tummy in slightly, hands on your sides, head high, and remember to stand still."
