Emma clapped her hands once, to get pir attention. “Alright, let’s shut this party down!” I forced an awkward smile.Knowing what's coming up. Dressing up in our bikinis. Within minutes, Emma was dressed in a bright two-piece, posing in the mirror. I watched her picked up the hot comb.I was looking for how to ask for help with a silk press.I wanted to to be different from what I looked like from that video. I can't risk going out and having fingers pointing at me. Olive slipped into her swimsuit too —it hugged her waist tightly, freeing her curves until they bounced with every move. Meanwhile, I was still fiddling with my bag zipper, pretending to look busy.Emma was done with the hot comb and Olive done with applying her sunscreen and a lip gloss some mascara, everyone was busy and almost ready.My heart kept hammering in my chest until I got bursted.Both of them turned to stare at me. “What?” I asked, pretending I have no idea why they were staring. Emma crossed he
LOCATION: MIAMI The drive to the Paradise Camp felt like hours, even though it wasn’t. Because we rode in a freaking Limousine! “Funny, isn’t it?” Olive muttered, her eyes flicking to the sleek limo we had arrived in. “Your so-called fan gave you a private jet and now a freaking limousine, to take you to a pool party. Doesn’t that bother you? Someone who can afford all of this isn't an ordinary person.” "I know, that’s why I am scared of all this." Emma’s brows arched in mock confusion. “Why? What’s scary about this?" “Because this is not normal for an average person. Also, she knows I was going to be here, that’s why the limo was already waiting for us,” I said flatly, my chest tightening with unease. Olive’s gaze darted to the bodyguard opposite us. “Maybe they told her,” she said quietly. “Whatever,” Emma shrugged, tossing her hair back. “Since it’s a woman—even if she’s stalking you—I don’t think we should worry.” I sighed, pressing my palm against my forehead. I still
“Miami. We’ve got a pool party to attend,” Emma replied immediately before anyone else could. “Miami?” Angela raised an eyebrow. “And what kind of party is this?” Emma flipped her hair. “Just a singles mingle party. Nothing serious.” Angela’s gaze shifted to me. “Well, enjoy yourselves. Especially you, Charlotte.” I smiled back at her and muttered a quick thanks. After the call ended, the ride was quiet—steady, smooth enough that I almost dozed off—until the driver slowed. The car eased to a halt, and I blinked at the sudden wash of white floodlights cutting across the tinted windows. Emma perked up instantly, her lips curling into a smile. “Finally. I was beginning to think we’d never get there.” Olive leaned forward, her eyes narrowing as she peered outside. “Wait… this doesn’t look like the main airport terminal.” My brows knitted. She was right. This wasn’t the chaotic bustle of travelers dragging suitcases, children crying, and flight announcements bla
Emma walked into the room and found us hugging."Aww, look at that. How sweet".She said with a sarcastic smile on her face."Now, let's get ready. Enough with the drama".She added.Olive and I parted and went to gather our stuffs.After parking up, we got ready for the party and walked out of the house. The bodyguards were still active, diligently carrying out their protective duties."We are taking the new car,right?"Emma informed us as a reminder.We walked to the luxury car and slid into it. Olive’s reaction was immediate. “Wow! Oh my God,” she whispered in awe, her fingers trailing over the seats as if they were made of silk. “Do you see what am I seeing? Do you feel this? Charlotte—this is insane!”I was also stunned; it surpassed my idea of a luxury ride. I forced a weak smile, trying to appear unfazed, though my heart raced. The fact that this was all for me made me more nervous than ever. I grew up without many basic needs, and none of my wants were ever gifted to m
When we got home, the awkwardness between Olive and me lingered like a thick cloud no one wanted to acknowledge. I really wished we could address it ; I couldn't afford to lose the only friend I had.I sighed and walked into the house after Olive pulled the door open. Emma, blissfully oblivious, twirled her hair as she entered behind us.Before I could say a word to Olive, she started gushing about her joyride.“Gosh, that car is everything! The lights, the sound system—I felt like a vixen in an aesthetic music video! And you know what? We’re totally taking it to the party.”I looked at Olive, waiting for her reaction to Emma's suggestion. But her face was still dark."It's not ours to take, Emma," she said."Well, I asked those men, and they said it's yours, so why can't we take it?" Emma replied with a frown.I glanced at Olive again; she was busy at the refrigerator.“If Olive wants to take the old car, then… that’s what we’re taking,” I said.Olive froze, then lifted her head ~~up
"Well, I think you have a point," I said sadly. “No, she doesn’t,” Olive cut in firmly, glaring at Emma. Emma smirked, unbothered. “Well, whoever it is clearly has money. I’ll just sign up for the next batch of that show—maybe I can get fans too.” Olive leaned toward me, lowering her voice to a whisper. “So… are you still going to the pool party... with the bodyguards?” Before I could answer, Emma cut in. “Absolutely! Imagine the respect if we show up with them. We’ll own that party!” I sighed, dragging my hand down my face. “I don’t know… this all feels like a dream.” “Well, I know...” Emma said confidently. “We’re going to the party. End of discussion.” Olive suddenly went silent. I turned to her, but she avoided my eye contact. Is she mad at me? Olive walked ahead toward the parking lot. Emma and the two attendants she turned into her personal servants, followed her. I stayed behind, wondering why Olive was suddenly cold and couldn’t even look at my f