"What I'm trying to say is, I can keep a secret, for as long as I like. I can take secrets to my grave." her tone lowers, their eye contact doesn't ease, "But I need you to promise me you'll do that too. Because if you do, we'll be okay. We'll be sa...
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Vivi's house is the epitome of serenity and tranquility.
Radio always playing faintly in the background. Rooms decorated in old money style, fair colours, soft fabrics. No abstract art, only figurative. It's where your mind and soul can rest.
Since it's just her, there's barely any loud conversations echoing around and if you're lucky enough, you could hear the birds chirping even from inside.
But today everything's the opposite.
It's nothing that she hasn't experienced before but it's different from how she's been living the past few months.
When her glam team enters through the front door, it's pure chaos, makes her want to crawl back in bed and tell them to come back some other time. But she knows she can't postpone things, not when she's expected to arrive somewhere at six o'clock.
"It's always a pleasure to do makeup on your pretty little face. You're like a doll." her makeup artist Kwan says while tapping a beauty blender against her cheek.
Kwan has been doing her makeup for events and occasions for three years now. Vivi enjoys these moments with him, when it's just the two of them while the rest of the glam team is in the next room preparing her clothes. This time a white two piece dress, a small bandeau top and a big ball gown skirt.
"It's nice to have someone else do my makeup for a change." Vivi tells him, acts all happy and perky but deep down wants to fall asleep badly since the four hours she got last night isn't nearly enough for her and it's only half past three in the afternoon.
How on earth is she going to survive the whole evening?
"Anything new?" Kwan asks, stretches his arm past Vivi to get the setting powder from the vanity behind her.
Vivi looks up as requested before a soft and tiny pillow taps under her eyes, "Not really." is her initial answer but right after saying it, she thinks how it's not entirely true. Life's actually been quite different the past two months, "Well, I have a bodyguard now. If you can count it as something new."
Vivi isn't sure if it was wise for her to mention him. Do people even talk about their bodyguards? She wonders.
Kwan has a lot of celebrity clients, knows how their bodyguards work. Knows how bodyguards in general work. He's seen a lot of them and they're all the same. Big and muscular, and most importantly, silent. But if he knew how Vivi treated hers, he would most likely question it.
Because it's a lot more normal for bodyguards to be wallflowers than go for walks and ice creams with their employers.
"How chic! You're like a Hollywood starlet." he wonders, makes Vivi roll her eyes playfully, "Has he already beaten up your guests and shoved them angrily everywhere?"
