Annabella’s Point of View:
“When in the world did Amanda capture these pictures? And why was Lee Eul flirting with Meng?” I asked a rhetorical question, and rested my head on my arms thoughtfully. My lips were shaking in anger, and the tiredness and dizziness suddenly vanished into thin air.
As I was thinking about what action to take next, my phone ran, and to my surprise, it was Rachel. I felt anxious, knowing she might have seen Amanda’s post.
“Hey, Rachel.” I greeted with a calm voice, trying to act natural. But behind the phone, my vein was heavily pumping with blood.
“Annabella, I had a really terrible day at the club, and on getting home, all I craved was an interesting BL series, but to my displeasure, I was greeted by a god damnit post, by a woman who doesn’t know when to quit, and to my dismay, I saw your pictures and….” Rachel paused as she tried to catch her breath.
“Oh my god! Do you have an explanation, my super model?” She asked, sounding stressed, and took a deep breath.
“Rachel, it’s not what it seems like. Apparently, after I left, Lee hooked up with Meng, and they were caught kissing each other on camera.” I explained boldly, and hit my hands on my bed angrily. But on remembering that I wasn’t done explaining, my voice began to crack.
“About the picture of Lee and I… Well, the thing is… it was accidental. I didn’t know Amanda would capture me when I was squeezing his hands.” I muttered with a solemn voice, and bowed my head; the anger I was feeling was too much, and I laid back on my bed.
“Okay, but what about the captions?” Rachel asked with a demanding voice, and I could swear she was pouting her lips at that moment.
“How am I supposed to explain that?” I asked rhetorically as I scratched my itchy nose.
“Amanda chose the caption she liked. I wasn’t the one who informed her that my relationship with Lee was fake, nor was I the one who told her that you were pregnant with his child!” I replied, and arched my brows curiously. “But Rachel, how on earth did they get your pregnancy pictures? Have you been pregnant before?” I asked suspiciously with squinted eyes, as the picture of pregnant Rachel flashed in my head.
“Hell no! I have never been pregnant, and will never be!” Rachel replied, a little bit harshly, and I raised my brows, wondering why she sounded so tense about getting pregnant.
“Okay, anything you say. But for the record, I am really sorry about Amanda’s post, and just like you, I am tired and sleepy,” I informed her with a sleepy voice, and yawned. My eyes involuntarily closed, but I quickly opened it.
“I understand, dear. Tomorrow, I will attend to her.” Rachel told me, and I raised my fists happily.
“Oh Rachel, you’re the best, what will I do without you?” I asked with a sarcasm filled voice, and we both laughed playfully.
I couldn’t believe it, but the once tense atmosphere suddenly turned lively, without being told, I knew it was because my manager was my best friend.
‘I mean if your manager totally understands you, why will there be a need for a quarrel?’
“Before I forget, your parents demand for your attention, meaning you will need to travel to Saga City this weekend; and please don’t ask me when you will be back, because I am as clueless as you!” Rachel informed me with a raspy voice, and my eyes widened.
“But why?” I asked with anger in my voice. “I am not ready to join them, and most especially, I am not ready to see Prince!” I continued, hoping that Rachel would understand, but she didn’t.
“I am sorry Anna, my hands are tied. Also, when you come back, you need to attend a fan meeting; and shocking news, chief Fahrenheit will be there.” Rachel announced with a fake excited voice, and it felt like a heavy stone was placed on my chest.
Before I could say no, Rachel continued, “don’t you dare say no, because he is the one funding the meeting, and I know you may think this is weird, but believe me, we have to let him.
I spoke with the rest of the team, and we agreed that we need more political supporters. I know you might feel betrayed, but believe me sweetie, I am sorry, but you must be there.”
Throughout the time Rachel was talking, I didn’t bother to reply, I just put on a faceless expression, listening to her words carefully.
“Rachel, I am sure you know why I left Saga City, right?” I asked after a momentary silence, and she nodded in response.
“Yes, I do. But this is really important, and I promise you, after this, you are free to do whatever you like, and you can attend vacations and world tours.” Rachel said with a sweet voice, trying to coax me into forgiving her, but I wasn’t moved by it.
“Fine, I choose vacations. As for Saga City, I will not be able to go this weekend, but I will leave on monday.” I informed Rachel, and she smiled broadly at me.
“It’s your life sweetie, anything you choose. I will always be here to support you.” She responded with a sincere smile, and I couldn’t be more grateful.
“I am still mad at you, but I will overlook it. Don’t forget to watch all the interesting BL series!” I replied, and I couldn’t help but laugh at my own words.
“You too, don’t forget to get a quality rest.” Rachel advised me, and I nodded my head in understanding, before I cut the call.
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Three Days Later: Weekend Morning, Saturday:
Annabella’s Point of View:
I yawned and stretched my body on my queen-size bed. My eyelids reluctantly opened, and I was nearly blinded by the ray of sunlight which was seeping in through the opened curtain.
“Humm.” I growled, no, my belly growled, and I sluggishly stood up from my bed and went to close the window. It was then I realized that my room was neatly arranged.
“I remembered scattering this room yesterday while looking for the bracelet Adriel Lupa gave me.
Also, I closed my curtains before going to bed. How come it was left open when I woke up?” I thought aloud, and roughly scattered my hair, my eyes closed involuntarily, and I yawned again.
“Why does my head hurt badly, and why do I feel so dizzy and tired after sleeping for nine hours?” I asked a rhetorical question, and rested on the walls weakly. Suddenly, I felt irritated and my mouth tasted bitter, so I quickly ran into the toilet to puke.
“Hey, super star Annabella, you have an unread message from an unknown sender, with the ID, Logan.” My phone AI beeped, and I remembered that I promised to attend Logan’s stepmother’s birthday party.