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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Nate: Met the infamous Gianna this morning, I don't think she liked me, even if I hit her with my signature smile.
Me: she is wary of new people, your smile hasn't lost its power, don't you worry.
I quickly reply to Nate's text and think about what happened this morning when I found Gianna in the hallway. Maybe I'm delusional but I swear I could sense some jealousy in her tone when she asked me about Nate. At first, when I said it, I was only joking but then well... something changed.
I'm probably going crazy.
Whatever it is I'm just thankful it's not awkward between us. She probably doesn't remember much about what she did or what I said when I was taking her makeup off... there had been nothing professional about that situation.
Next Wednesday we are flying to Los Angeles for another bikini photoshop and I would be lying if I said I'm not a little scared. Valentina told me that she got us a suite in one of the best hotels. We have different bedrooms inside of it but we will be sharing the main areas and I don't know how good of an idea that is. If we are already breaking every rule there is here I can't believe how many we might break when we are far from home. Lines tend to get blurry when you are in unknown places, people don't know you and the fear of judgment disappears. It's dangerous territory.
I don't know what is going on inside my head anymore, when I started to see Gianna as more than a simple client.... maybe I never did but whatever it is it has to stop. I have to focus and forget about everything else. My job is to make sure she gets to that movie shooting with a perfect reputation and sober. Nothing more.
Putting the plates inside the fancy top-notch technology dishwasher I clean up the kitchen a bit and sit down over the marble island. Taking a look at my new apartment.
It's a thousand times better than my old one, ten times bigger too. Everything is white, grey, or black, and no matter how expensive everything is it doesn't feel great, because it doesn't feel like home. Gianna did a great job with her apartment, it's much cozier and homier, lived in. Maybe if I add a few plants and some colorful pictures it would look better. I haven't really had time to do anything, didn't think it was worth the effort either since technically I will only be here for a little more than three months but some decor wouldn't hurt.
Nate and I went partying yesterday, or at least he did, he texted me on Saturday afternoon saying that he needed to get outside the house, that Vera was driving him crazy. Yes, Vera ended up accepting the deal, it was really the only choice she had, my dad told her it was either that or moving in with Aunt Mia and Uncle Carlos so she chose Nate. I received at least three daily texts from both of them saying they couldn't keep up any longer but so far they were both still intact so, in some way, it's working.
I wonder what happened on Saturday for Nate to leave the apartment and get as drunk as he did. Usually, it was Vera who ran away from him, since she was easier to rile up. I guess she finally found what made Nate break.
