VALERIE

Chapter 25: Fist of Fury

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Harry drives me to my photo shoot today, still fighting with the consideration about me learning to drive my own car. Though I still can’t understand why he doesn’t allow me to – as it’s too low to say that it’s dangerous to drive around – because women-slash-teenagers these days know how to drive their own car already, and I just feel so left out in the civilization.  

The whole forty-five minute drive to the location was silent, barely any sound coming from the both of us. We are still timid discussing what happened last night and though I am curious of what he did alone in the bathroom, I kept my mouth shut. I actually had to sleep listening to his muffled moans last night, though. Seriously, his sound was echoing inside the bathroom even though I know he was fighting so hard not to be loud while he is on his private session.

I can’t help but laugh at the humorous memory.

“What’s funny?” He asks me while we’re walking hand in hand to the garden where I presume we are going to shoot for Guess. I recognize the place to be rather different from the previous location; it’s more exquisite and sophisticated. I look around and see that there is a big old mansion towering the thick shrubs of tall trees around it—dirty cream walls, colourful glass windows, and three huge wooden doors—that ‘s the kind I see in classic movies. The obsolete balcony makes me think of the princess in distress waiting for his prince to come but never did. It’s just sad.

Upon realizing I’ve been lost in my fantasy, I gaze at him and his quizzical look retains in his beautiful radiant face. I just realize I love how his green eyes match perfectly to the nature surrounding us. He looks so divine, an angel almost as he wear a crisp white shirt that fits perfectly to his lean firm body.

“Nothing,” I answer his previous question while smiling at the pebbled-ground, taking notice of our steps. He is wearing his brown boots while I am thankful to wear green flat shoes. I take my time admiring at how our steps move in synchrony; our left and right feet step at the same perfect time. For the first time, I appreciate how little things make us so alike. I really love it.

I watch carefully when we reach the garden, heeding that there are two tents at the corner. Some of the crew are busy setting up the equipment, and among them I spot Walt, my agent, who sees us first and starts to walk towards us.

“Valerie, darling!” He greets me rather enthusiastically and spreading his arms wide to hug me. I comply though I do not let go of Harry’s hand. He kisses both my cheek and holds my shoulders in place, “How I’ve missed you so much.”

“I could say the feeling is mutual,” I smile at him sweetly remembering the last time we saw each other. We did talk a few times on the phone after the unpleasant incident of Dana’s deceit against me. And now here we are again.

I notice him drag his sight to the guy standing beside me and I could tell the slight disgust in his façade. I don’t know why he doesn’t like Harry. For almost a year working with Walt, I never heard him approved of whoever I was dating, so I’d like to think he just looks after my well-being and he doesn’t like Harry because of something he does in particular. It’s fine with me because we are just pretending, so Harry doesn’t have to worry about everything.

“Is he watching over you the whole time?” He is asking me but his sight is fixed on Harry who is quite awkward to look back at him, rather Harry just stare at me in a dubious way.

I wriggle his hand with mine before I answer, “I guess… I hope nobody minds. He’s bored at home.” I shrug.

“I can take care of myself, don’t worry. You won’t even feel my presence the whole time she’s working.” Harry holds my hand firmer as he speaks to Walt.