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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Fixing my hair for the hundredth time tonight, I look at the rear view mirror and make sure that everything is on point. The media might not be allowed inside the party, but I have been through enough of these to know that the outside of the building is going to be filled with paparazzi. William's party brings celebrities from all around the country, so it's the perfect opportunity to make content.
"You look beautiful, Gianna. As always, stop worrying." Miles quickly notices my anxiety, and a small smile appears on his lips.
He is trying so hard not to appear worried but I know him well enough by now to know that he is at the verge of losing his shit too. Tonight he is going to have to watch me with William and he can't do anything about it, no games, no smart remarks, or dirty looks. I will be the center of attention, one wrong move, and our cover is blown.
"They are going to take a thousand pictures, I want to be ready." That's all I say, acting as if it were the only thing worrying me.
"And you are ready, you look stunning," Jesse adds, taking my hand in his.
"Thank you." He can also tell I'm freaking out but he won't say anything about it until I come to him for help.
"Okay, let's do this, the sooner we leave the sooner this is over." Miles gets out of the car and so do we.
I don't let go of Jesse's hand, we walk one right next to the other as Miles follows us like a shadow. Having him here makes this a lot easier to handle, his presence alone is able to make everything much more enjoyable. Basically, he had somehow turned to be my safety blanket. Who would have guessed right?
"Gianna! You are here, I have been waiting." William calls from a few feet away. "Wow, you look stunning, Chanel?" He points at my dress.
"Chanel... for the love of god." Miles huffs so quietly I can barely hear him.
"It's Miu Miu but thank you. You look really nice too." And he does, William might be behaving a like an asshole lately but I can't lie, he cleans up good.
"Thank you, Saint Laurent, my dad got it for me." He smiles proudly.
He has always been such a daddy's boy, and not exactly because his dad is the present type —as far as I know, he was practically never home — but because he is the man who will hand him down a multi-millionaire company. Personally, I could never but I guess we all have our priorities and William has always made it clear that his are money and the family business.
"He has good taste." Or at least a better fashion sense than him that's for sure... who mistakes Miu Miu with Chanel?
"He is an Allister, good taste runs in our blood." Walking a bit closer to us he finally acknowledges Jesse's presence. "Jesse, good to see you, you clean up well." He goes in for a handshake.
"Good to see you too, and thank you, so do you." Jesse politely shakes his hand and then steps a little to the side, allowing William to see Miles.
