Dianna wasn't close with her own mother, a relationship that was similar to the one that she had with Demi, so her mimaw was the closest thing that she had to a mom. Demi loved her mimaw. She was her favorite relative, and maybe her favorite person in the whole world. Her mimaw was supposed to have more than one child but she only had Dianna's mother. She miscarried the other child. And she always used to tell Demi when she was younger that God took her other child and gave Demi to her because as she grew older, she looked much like her mimaw when she was younger than she did her mom. That's why they were so close. And now she was just gone.
"Ma cherie," she heard from behind her, causing her to turn just to see Cristo walking towards her with a black umbrella shielding him from the rain. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her in closer to him, trying to protect her from the rain as well and warm her freezing body.
"Are you ready to go home?" Cristo asked as Demi looked at the grave one more time then closed her eyes.
"Yes...let's go home," she said, swallowing back her tears as Cristo led them back to the town car that was waiting for them.
Setting: Demi's House, Hidden Hills, CA
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Cristo watched as Demi perused the racks in her closet, trying to find acceptable outfits to wear for late night talk shows and radio performances. It had only been a week since her mimaw's funeral and since coming back from Texas it was like Demi was on autopilot. Her label had called and said that they needed to start promo for "Made Love First" right away and considering the fact that she was always at odds with her label and her management, Cristo expected her to say no, but she agreed and had committed to a week of nonstop, coast to coast promo with Trey. And Cristo didn't have a problem with that. It was her job, after all. He just didn't think she was giving herself enough time to mourn.
"What's your schedule like? Maybe I can meet up with you in the middle of the week or something," Cristo suggested as Demi tugged down a black jumpsuit and dropped it in her suitcase.
"The first half is California, the second half is New York. Maybe you can meet me in New York and we can fly back home together? Wilhelmina called and this designer, Yasya Minochkina wants me to do a photoshoot but it's for lingerie and I'm really not sure if I want to do it," Demi said as she tucked her favorite leather jacket into her suitcase and then continued looking.
"Why not?"
"Well, it's lingerie. You wouldn't be upset about me doing a photoshoot like that?" Demi questioned as Cristo scoffed.
"Upset? Demi, it's your job. And I don't know if I've told you this enough, but your body is absolutely perfect, ma cherie. I love when you do photoshoots no matter what they are. How about I meet you in New York for the shoot and go with you?" Cristo suggested, causing Demi to smile for the first time in a while as she abandoned her packing duties and walked over to him.
