Survival Journal

Chapter 3: Punctuality

Being in time isn't my thing. I lack of punctuality. However when you have a whole team of hairstylists and make up artists along with my fashion designers there is no much unpunctuality to do.

My head still rolling all over these words, his actions, the way the tension grew between us, and his words swing to my system like poison. A scoff, formed to my lips releasing the tension of the fury I earlier felt like a pinging feeling to my chest. I slapped the door in the process.

I am tired of him having his way, having everything I've ever wanted, and still it was spread that Adrian was not only a winner, but a stubborn filthy asshole who always got what they wanted. No one ever have dared to mess with him, to own up to the championship and overpass him, no one could own the skill.

But I am willing to threat that wish of his, and destroy him to the bone, with no survival option. Like him, I was born a winner, and right now I wanted to be the one holding that trophy. I longed for it, I begged for it with my soul.

As soon as I head home, my workers wrapped in both me and Diana, dressing us, doing our make up, and making our hair until we look spotless and perfect. Tonight was about to be the night of Diana's first movie premiere, on a romantic movie, and afterwards we would head over to a party actually. Her first ever main role in a movie and also the star of the premiere.

I can only feel gratitude and respect for my friend. She created her own name with hard work, by learning how to not give up, in a kind of way I would love to look up to. I would love to own the strength of never giving up.

Because that's the real magic, not magic wands or wizards. Not a castle in the middle of a fantastic land but the reality we live in. And the deepest realisation of all, we're able to succeed anything we fight for.

She succeeed coming from a small village in Greece, her parents owning a couple of hotels in the mountains, she got inside of the Hollywood industry and marked her own name, no help other than herselfs.

The entire night was a delight, inside the car we found ourselves singing and enjoying our ride, in the red carpet a huge mess occurred, every news reporter longing for a conversation, flashes of cameras, all the spotlight turned on both of us.

My heart pounded against my chest feeling this overwhelming sensation become horrific and unbearable. Stares overplayed. Aware of my lack of liking for reported and personal questions of theirs.

We posed on the red carpet as soon as we reached, the crowds of people greeting us with a special behavior, and the voices only raised higher for a little amount of attention.

We finally reach the cinema, a point with a few high profiles and no further paparazzi, only a few reporters hanging around managed by the producers themselves for marketing boost.

But soon I found myself circled by reporters and Diana too busy on avoiding her running- dog interviewers to save me.

"Isn't she Victoria Ferreira?" A tall blonde girl spoke, surprisement to her voice, and a microphone resting on her hand while her attention completely shifted to me as I felt a pinch of uncomfort overcome me.

I didn't want to draw any attention, to cause any scandal like I usually do, so I refuse to exchange any additional words than necessary making my disliking noticeable.

"So tell me Victoria, are you here alone.. Or accompanied by a nice man?" The reporter begged for some gossip soon enough.

"I'm here with my friend actually." I reply blankly.

"Oh just a friend or something more?" She winked at me, playfully trying to cheer the situation.

"A really special friend, Diana Portman."