Rebecca Patricia Armstrong, the little angel of her fans finds it hard to juggle between work and personal life... This renowned actress finds herself in trouble once she meets the new producer , Freen Sarocha Chankimha.. and drama unfolds...
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I woke up to the beeping of the alarm. Sunshine peeping through the curtains, making the room bathe in a golden hue. I sighed heavily and buried my face into the pillow again.
I clearly remember everything about last evening and night. It's true that I was lightly tipsy, but I knew what I was doing.
Flashback
I looked at that beautiful and handsome face with sparkling eyes. The candle light making her more attractive. I didn't get to see her for three days and I was dying to meet her. I know she is busy at work and manages to contact me whenever possible. But it's not enough for me. I want her. Near me. With me. By my side. Freen was serving me with all my favourites and I couldn't stop staring at her. My mind wandering back to the last day's news.
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"What are you looking at?" -- I asked Irin, who was watching the news in my room. She had come to spend the off day with me, but was watching other things, annoying me.
"See... You will like it too,.." -- Irin grinned and I looked. And there it is. Freen, at some launch event where she has partnership.
"Why? Saw the girlfriend and glued to the TV screen now?" -- Irin teased me. But my eyes was stuck somewhere else.
Namtan! Since when Freen is very close to her like this!
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What are they talking about? Why is she smiling like that? Why does she has to smile like that in front of her? Didn't she use to be an iceberg! Why does she has to be so sweet in front of girls?
My eyes fell on Namtan's hand. Why the hell is she holding my Freen's hand? Yes. My Freen. She is Mine. All of her is mine only. Her smiles, her laugh, her happiness, her sadness, her grumpiness..... Everything...
"Beck.... Becky..." -- Irin shook me and I glared at her.
"Don't tell me you are jealous!" -- Irin looked at me in disbelief and I glared more.
