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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Pajamas, suits, toilet bags, comfortable shoes, sports clothes, swim shorts just in case, it's California, you never know. I have everything, or at least it looks like it. Somehow I always forget something, even if I make a list of everything I need.
Just five minutes until we had to leave for the airport, I already had breakfast and got ready. I drank two coffees and then ate an energy bar because of the lack of sleep. They didn't help, I still feel like a dead man walking but, I'm walking, so I guess that's something.
Nate came over yesterday, Vera too but she left early since she had to meet Julia. Nate on the other hand left at two in the morning. We had a video call with my father about the case, my dad offered to defend Nate if the lawyer Gianna talked about didn't accept. He has never actually worked as a lawyer but he said that if it came to it he would try his best. But as much as I trust my father and his skills I think we all agree it will be better if Megan Rainger takes it. Experience matters a lot in this situation.
Looking down at my watch right on the opposite side of my bracelet I go to take my duffel bag and leave my apartment. Locking the door behind me I walk towards Gianna's door and stop directly in front of it for a good few seconds before ringing the doorbell.
We haven't talked since Blondie, also known as William Allister appeared at her doorstep when I was just leaving. The face he made when he saw me opening the door to Gianna's apartment was priceless. I wish I could have taken a picture to keep it forever, maybe even print it and put it up on my fridge.
Since I met him at that party, because I remembered who he was to perfection — I just acted like I didn't— it was clear to me that Mister Golden boy didn't like being played with and as it couldn't be any other way, to me, that felt like a challenge. There was just something about him that rubbed me the wrong way. Call it intuition or whatever you want but I didn't trust him, nor like him.
Forgetting about A-hole I focus back on what I came to do, breathe out, and finally ring the bell. One single time, and in less than ten seconds Gianna has opened the door.
"Good morning," I say taking her in.
Her hair is up in a tight sleek bun, her makeup so natural I can barely tell is there and she is wearing a black form-fitting lounge set that not only looks amazing on her but also pretty damn comfortable if you ask me.
"Good morning, I'm ready to go if you are." She smiles taking her purse and keys in the hand that's not holding her carry-on.
"I'm ready." I move out of the way so she can get out and close the door.
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We slowly make our way into the assigned seats, patiently waiting for everyone ahead of us to put their bags up into the overhead bin. Gianna walks in front of me, both our tickets inside her hand while I carry the bags at the same time I check everything that surrounds us.
