No Personal Questions

Chapter 1: Calypso

"Calypso Csilla, daughter of infamous Csilla couple and sister of rising actor , Calico Cscilla, has just graduated college. The 21- year old was asked on whose footsteps she was going to follow, will she follow her dad and brother in the field of acting or will she finally be showing off her beauty that she had gotten from her mother and be a model?
When interviewed, she shooed us saying 'It's none of your business, so fuck off.' Not exactly how a mouth of a lady should sound like but who can blame her when her model boyfriend, cheated on her the night before her graduation party.
Stay strong our favorite Calypso. We'll always be on your side."

No matter how many times I'm in one of the headlines, I don't fully understand why I am. I may be the daughter of my parents who are one of the world's infamous couples and the sister of one of the most promising actors yet I just don't see what the big deal is with me. Yes, my mother may have been the hottest models during her time and still rocking the fashion industry with her gorgeous designs and my father might have been an award winning actor with my brother following along his footsteps. But I wasn't any of those, I was just an ordinary 21-year old who just got her major in Film & Media after taking fully packed class schedules.

Calling me the world's favorite Calypso was one of the things that were beyond me because I was pretty sure that I wasn't the only girl named after the nymph who fell in love with Odysseus. According to my dad that it was because he may have called me their 'favorite Calypso' in an interview regarding on how he and my mom felt after I was born. My mom further explained that at that time, she really fell in love with the name Calypso who played a villain on the first film that my dad directed. Hence, their favorite Calypso because I was in no comparison to an evil nymph that held one of the legendary Greek heroes as a captive.
Thus becoming my first headline ever in my life, 'The World's Favorite Calypso'.

"Calypso Pollux Csilla, how many times do we have to keep reminding you to stop swearing infront of reporters?" my mom with her dark brown hair in a bun, firing her glare at me was definitely not what how I wanted out morning to be. Don't get me started on why mine and my brother's names are related to Greek mythology because the shortest explanation I can only give you is that both our parents are crazily obsessed with Greek mythology.

"Is it true that boyfriend of yours cheated on you?" my brother added. "Didn't I tell you to break it off with him? He was clearly a scumbag."

"First of all, we only had a few dates together and he was never my boyfriend. Second of all, the last date I had with him was almost 2 months ago and I never even felt anything for the guy." I sighed, sitting down on our dining table. "But can we not discuss this during meal time?"

"When should we have the chance to discuss this? When everytime we finish our meals, you're off to God knows where," my dad scolded but his voice remained calm and not missing the drop of sarcasm. He and I may have been having a rough patch for a few days now.

"In my defense, it really was none of their business. Cameras and reporters follow me everywhere, annoying the hell out of me. You guys know me, patience has never been one of my virtues."

My mom sighed, "Doesn't mean that you have to tell the reporters to 'fuck off'. I don't want any of them thinking that me and you're father raised you both like that."

I wanted to scoff out loud and tell them that I knew they were just protecting the family's name, that they don't want me to tarnish the infamous names of Zeus Csilla and Astra Csilla. But I knew it wouldn't be fair for them too because I know how much hard work they've done to be able to get to where they are now.

"Your mom is right, how many headlines have you made this year alone? Take a minute and think of your brother who just started on putting his name out there. Yet, here you are finding every chance you get to bring down and tarnish his name, our name." then my dad continued to add, "I wouldn't want him to be labeled 'the brother of Calypso who was cheated on' or 'the brother of Calypso who wanted to change her name' or whatever the hell you're up to again." gone was his calm voice.