Aaaaand there it was. Not even ten seconds into the limousine ride and the arguments had already started, but Celeste smiled, because she had to, and because Violetta would too. “Yes, it’s mostly just up to the producers to edit the content from here!” She exclaimed happily. A long time ago, she would feel deeply guilty because her starring in a film with her sister’s ex-husband would obviously hurt her feelings so much, but now, she could justify it by knowing that Cameron hurt her first. She did not know that she had started the drama, but if she did, she excused her conscience because that was never her intention, or at least that was what she thought. Truly, her betrayals came from deep-seated greed. There was nothing more important to her than being the center of attention, even if it meant eliminating her closest competition. It was too bad for her that she was brought into a spotlight that she had to share.
Some people said that they could see her malice in her stone cold eyes, a young beauty that she once possessed rotted by botox and mistakes that she could not erase, only conceal with heavy makeup. But even then, there was evil that she could not banish even in her sincerest of smiles, something dead in the bags of her eyes that wanted to kill you too.
She looked over to claudia, a face like a moonstone, soulful kindness surrounding her aura. For someone so generous, it was hard to comprehend why she participated in Celeste’s antics. It was a question that she could not ask, simply because she would not dare to shatter the broken shards of glass that made up their sisterhood.
“Claudia’s performance might have been her best yet!” She complimented, seeking aide in alienating Cameron back into silence. “It was great for us to finally practice lines that we both needed,” she stifled laughter, though that much of what she said was true. “I wish you could have joined us,” Celeste added in a voice that sounded like a pout of sympathy, getting her lick back. But it wasn’t enough, she needed more to be satisfied. “But don’t worry, we’re not holding it against you, we know that you’ve been taking more of a break from the spotlight.”
She smiled in an attempt at warmth.
By her side, her husband watched them spew venom. It was impressive that he had not chimed in yet, as her presence usually included no silence, in fact it was so loud that it could even contain the sound of cymbals clashing, or the strike of an electric guitar chord for no apparent reason. Perhaps he would add something soon, or perhaps he had already detected that this sort of guided argument was likely not his business, so he submitted himself as her hot, alternative accessory.
After the limousine ride ended, they began to board the ship through a swarm of paparazzi asking questions. Overstimulated, she covered her eyes when she first saw cameras flash, but eventually moved to where the mics were and arrived at what she believed to be the spectacle of the event: interviews. The cameras were less abundant there, and she posed simply to please the press, even though it was likely not an instinct for others to do so, answering questions as they came. She kept her answers short and simple, as she did not want her lips to be moving in the pictures that would be in the mainstream media within minutes.
“Celeste, how is your movie with Callan Prescott going?”
“It’s great, couldn’t have asked for a better costar.”
”Does Cameron support your movie together?”
“She loves it!”
”What do you think of Nacho dating Sunny?”
“Im happy that he’s happy, he deserves it.”
”Did you not see that they arrived separately?”
“What?”
The last question had caught Celeste off-guard, as it was the only one she had not seen coming. Without moving her head, her eyes glanced over at the De La Cruz siblings, a reputation that had switched from golden child stars to badass musicians in seconds and she noticed them. Santiago, or “De La Cruz” as she did not like to call him, had obviously arrived with his girlfriend, the slvt, although Celeste was no one to talk, but by his other side, funny enough, was Sunny De La Cruz, tattoos and badly bleached hair completely separate from her ex-husband. She knew that it was a mistake to say that she could meet Lila, nowadays, Francisco’s relationships were just catch and release.
Her eyes swept back to the cameras, and displeasure riddled her smile, turning it a bit smug. Surely she would have to discuss all of this with Francisco later, but for now she was not happy with him. How could he let their daughter meet a woman who could so easily become a stranger?
As the thought left her head, she realized that Isaac was no longer by her side, and had likely gone off to greet his friends without saying much of a goodbye. She was immune to it, though, it was something he did regularly, something she did too if she was excited. She slid her hands down her hips, fixing her already-perfect dress, when she saw a familiar Colombian man walking in her direction. The scent of his strong cologne pierced the air a few feet before he reached her, and she turned away from the fans to give him a condescending smile. She was not happy to see him.
”Cece,” he called, his accent audible in the word. ”Siempre tan radiante.”
She flipped her hair over her shoulder, immune to his compliments, and waited until he was within arms reach to continue their discussion. When he did, he asked how Lila was, and she tilted her head with a sour look. “Great,” she said, her sarcasm almost too obvious. But she lowered her voice where she needed to, lowering into a whisper. “How’s Sunny?” And it was both a dig at his mistake in sharing her with Lila and his admittedly inappropriate flirting, as much as it may make her smile behind her mask.
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