Today would be her third Thanksgiving as a Beverly Shores resident. Third. It had officially been four years since Naomi arrived at Beverly Shores, and she did not know how to feel. Was she elated? Yes, very much so. Ever since she was a little girl, she had dreamt about this—living in Beverly Shores, rubbing shoulders with the great, and feeling like she belonged. And don’t get her wrong, Naomi knew she belonged. She had earned her right to call herself a Beverly Shores resident through hard work. There was no denying that. But sometimes, Naomi could not help but miss how simple her life used to be.
Actually, that was a lie. Her life had never been simple. What she meant to say was that she missed her brother. He still had 13 more years in the fcking cell, and he was refusing to let her bail him out. Her thoughts drifted as she walked towards the yacht for the Thanksgiving party, her high heels clicking on the polished pavement. She wore a light golden dress, following the theme of the party, and her hair was up in a bun, show casting the hoop earrings Naomi was often fond of wearing, because it reminded her of her brother, of when things were alright between them even if it was just for a day
“Miss Álvarez, Miss Álvarez!” a voice called out, snapping her out of her reverie. She turned to see a reporter with a camera crew rushing toward her. “Could we have a moment of your time for an interview?”
No
“Of course,” she forced out a smile. The reporter, a young woman with a microphone bearing the logo of a major entertainment channel, beamed at her.
“Naomi, thank you for stopping. How does it feel to celebrate your third Thanksgiving in Beverly Shores?”
“It’s wonderful,” Naomi replied smoothly. “Beverly Shores has become my home, and I’m grateful for the opportunities and the community here. Every Thanksgiving reminds me of how far I’ve come and the people who have supported me along the way.”
The reporter nodded, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. “Your journey has been nothing short of remarkable. From your early days in the entertainment industry to now, you’ve faced quite a bit of scrutiny. How do you handle the constant media attention and the rumors?”
By crying, but of course that response would be childish.
“It’s not easy.” Naomia admitted, it never was. “But I’ve learned to focus on my passion and my work. The noise will always be there, but I remind myself why I started this journey in the first place. It’s about the art, the performance, and the connection with my audience.”
“Speaking of connection,” the reporter continued. “Fans report to seeing you coming out of Mr.-” By then, Naomi was already walking away, she didn’t need this- more rumors about her love life, more people making things a bigger deal than it was, always trying to snoop into her private business instead of asking about her new upcoming movies or how she felt playing those roles. It was tiring, she hated it- despised it, but she did not despise this life, it was the life- the big dream that she had dreamed about since she even knew what dreaming entailed- the dream her brother himself foretold for her, and the dream hat Naomi will keep working hard to maintain. If nothing else in her life could go well- romantic wise, platonic wise or even family life, then perhaps she can make her fame go well. She could win an Oscar
.
As she approached the gangway of the Yacht, Naomi let out a say, as she looked at the tall white Yacht in front of her. This, exactly this is what she had been working for all this time. Often told by people that she was not going to make it, that women like her do not make it, but here she was, wasn’t she? She had made it and she hoped that this Thanksgiving will be bright.
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