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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Flash, flash, flash. I have been standing at the corner of this balcony for at least an hour, watching a crew of five people put Gianna and Madeleine in a thousand different outfits to then take a lot more pictures than I thought were possible in so little time. The camera never stopped, not for one second and they still kept up with no issues.
But what's more surprising about this whole situation is that I never thought I would actually enjoy it but I do. Watching Gianna's work is well... fascinating. The way she moves, so gracefully, knowing exactly where to look or how to pose her body for every different picture. The confidence she radiates, the elegance, the beauty. She was made for this, the perfect mixture of hard work and talent.
"That's great, can you look a little to the side now, and give us a seductive smile." The woman behind the camera tells Gianna who instantly nods following the directions and looking slightly towards the right. Exactly where I'm standing resting my body against the wall.
Our gazes meet for the first time in an hour, even if I have been staring at her for that long, and when she smiles, seductively, exactly like the photographer told her to do I can't help but wonder how in other situation, being at the other end of that look may feel like.
The smile is what they asked her for but in reality, they are those green eyes of hers that hold all the power.
"That's perfect, I don't know what you are thinking about but keep doing it." The camera woman says snapping at least twenty more pictures of Gianna who keeps looking directly at me without faltering.
I try so hard to keep eye contact — fully aware she is doing this on purpose —, my brain screaming at me to be professional and not let my eyes wander down Gianna's perfect oil-glistening body covered only by a cheetah print bikini that molds against her body as if it were a second skin. The pictures I had seen of her work did her no justice, seeing her in real life was a totally different experience. Objectively, because I can be objective and professional, right? She is quite literally out of this world.
"Play with the laces of the bikini top and keep that same look on your face." Another command follows and when Gianna's hand moves to her chest so do my eyes.
I'm quick to rectify, blaming my stupid brain, however, when I look back into her eyes I know I wasn't fast enough, she noticed. And instead of hiding, because I'm only human after all, I own up to it and smile at her.
"You are perfect Gianna, this is what I mean when I talk about seduction." The photographer praises her and Gianna's smile gets slightly bigger. Her gaze still focused on me.
"I knew it." A whisper coming from my left breaks the spell and I look at the source of it. Madeleine is standing right next to me. I hadn't even seen her coming. "You have been looking at her for an hour straight, you are either a very thorough bodyguard or my assessment is right and something is going on between you two." She adds, a smile making its way into her face.
