𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞

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Love, KS♡

𝓚𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮

I fell to the floor. 

"Did you break a nose?", Tamara asked from behind the door.

Groaning, I lifted my head and winced after attempting to scrunch my aching nose. "Feels like it."

"Shame."

With a sigh, I sat upwards and made sure to securely strap my five inch heel first before standing. "Heels are a killer . . . is no joke", I breathed and went to take one final look at my outfit in the mirror.

Sophia walked into the room. "Did you really break your nose?"

I pinched my nose-bridge between my two fingers, feeling an off bump,  "I'm convinced I did."

My sister shook her head, "You have the weirdest start to your days."

"That's called luck", I said while putting on my hoop earrings.

"I doubt it feels like it", she countered plainly.

"Yeah well, nobody ever really feels lucky even when they are", I finally wore both hoops and sprayed on a little perfume because smelling good was not a choice but a necessity.

"Yo are we ready to go? We're going to be late for the food", Tamara was next to enter and I had to do a double take on her outfit, absolutely loving how well she pulled off her "chic with an edge" look which was a brown leather jacket, white knit halter top underneath, faux skirt and Saint Laurent boots.

"Well damn, you look good", I praised, genuine, with a hand on my hip. 

Tamara whipped her sun-bleached waves around, mirroring the exact image of a "cool girl blonde" in the best way possible. "If we're really going to do this", my sister pulled out her shades and put them on, "We're doing it in style, baby." My mouth quirked. "Plus, we got a crowd out there waiting to publish a pic of us on whatever cover. It's the day to look good", she gestured a shoulder outside the room window. 

"How did they even know?", I wondered at first but then realised even before Sophia explained. 

"It's the first day of a new semester at Winxsor. The press must have assumed we're attending since all of three of us are here."

"Can you guys just imagine?", Tamara began to ask with her shades lowered. 

"Imagine what?", I questioned.

"How fucking heavy this country is now that all the rich kids have flown in", she drawled.

"Well like any other international school, but . . for the rich", I muttered. "We've got kids like Xavier Valdéz flying in from Spain to attend Winxsor."

Tamara snorted. "Now you did not just call that guy a kid?", she questioned in disbelief while Soph pursed her red lips. 

I reached down to grab my pristine coat off the armchair before putting it on. "We're all kids."

Tamara's mouth stretched into a mischievous grin. "Well you're going to realise soon enough hun that he does not look like one, God built him into a fine-looking man. I know magazines lie, but I think this time . . it's the real deal", she looked at me pointedly.

I chuckled, "Ok, now I know what you're trying to do."

"Ok now I'm loss", Sophia interjected. 

"Just trying to see what look Kristi likes", Tamara mentioned innocently and I narrowed my eyes at her. 

"Can we just get to the school please? I don't want to talk about boys", I quickly said. 

Tamara gasped and our eyes met just like that. "You're scared."

"Bullshit. Get off your ass, we're leaving", I rushed to grab my suitcase when Antoine waltzed into the room to do so himself, thank God. 

"Ready?", he asked, a hand already reaching out to assist me with my luggage.

I sighed and looked over at my sisters. They smiled and I knew then, that anything I do, I was going to do with them and we were heading into the most exciting chapter of our lives. "Ready."

"Let's get this show going", Tamara hyped and all of us were heading for the door. "Also", she paused to take one more look at me, specifically my outfit. My sister grinned and for a moment I was stunned by how pretty Tamara was. The fit, perfectly waved blonde hair, nude makeup that enhanced her hazel eyes and vibrant energy, she was the everything a girl tried to be. All eyes will be on her, mine including. "That dress hun . . . it's doing your curves justice. The makeup, hair . .", she kissed the air and winked after. "You'll round them all up."

I couldn't restrain my short giggle before rolling my eyes. "Keep moving or I'll blush for you."

"You already are ~", she sung and I shoved her. "Kristine La Cartier is so annoyingly pretty!", she suddenly blurted in the hotel corridor and my eyes widened in shock. 

"I swear, you're so random and sweet , occasionally drunk, which I appreciate, sort of, but this time . . please shut up", I hooked her arm with mine. 

Tamara laughed and sighed. "I swear when I'm in a good mood it's contagious."

"Now . . there's nothing wrong with that", I admitted with a smile and we held each other for the entire journey to the lobby.

"Ms La Cartier", a clerk ran up to me. Antoine was at my side in a second, completely aware of anyone who'd get too close to me, even if they're an employee at the hotel we're staying in. "Julie Partons would like you to have this", he handed me a satin pouch which I peaked open to find a glass bottle inside. 

Julie . . . I remembered and curiously pulled out the perfume with the label 'Kristine's Magic' written on it in tidy cursive. There was also a gift tag tied around the cap and in a similar cursive it wrote, 𝐼 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝑜𝑜.

I smiled and tucked the bottle back safely into the satin blue pouch. "Thank you", I said to the clerk, "And if you see her, please tell I said thank you . . . for everything." He nodded and excused himself to leave but then I had to add in, "Also . . please tell her that . . I think I'll be just fine too and that it will be magical. And that I'm also open now to try new scents." The clerk just blinked up at me and I realised that it was maybe too much for him to relay. "Sorry, that was a little too sentimental. I'll um -"

"I'll pass on the message madam", an older male had suddenly appeared, a hand on the other's shoulder, and an assuring smile on his aged but soft face. "You have a nice journey", he kindly said and I smiled, finding something odd yet familiar about him. 

"Thank you."

"Ready to face the cameras", Tamara dropped an arm over my shoulders, pulling me along with her to the hotel doors with Sophia on my left and our security forming a barrier around us. 

"Sometimes I can't even remember why we're famous", I mumbled.

Sophia had pass me my Dior shades just when T replied, "What every celebrity says."

Only after did I put my sunglasses on, the doors were pulled open for us and we were met with the same blinding flashes from yesterday and more. 

Maybe this was the crazy life of a celebrity, whether I like it or not was unsure but I couldn't deny the rush. 

𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓭  𝓟𝓞𝓥

Richard watched the whole scene through the lobby window: the cameras flashing, fans screaming their names and the three girls getting into their separate four-by-four Range Rovers, the whole time feeling concerned over how much fame such girls had to put up with. He himself had grand-daughters, not far from their age, and he wondered how hard it would have been for them if they were in the same position, to be famous and have no moment where there was no one watching your every move.

"Its not everyday we see a scene like this now do we?" 

Richard turned towards his wife, greeting her with a kiss on the back of her hand, "Where have you been now love?"

"Waiting", she smiled and Richard pulled her in. 

"I see you've left a gift. The young girl thanks you and says . . that she will be fine and it will be magical", he directly relayed Kristine's message as mentioned and Julie was relieved to know that the girl she invited in, was the right one indeed, "She also said she's open . . to try new scents?"

Julie patted a hand over the old man's chest, "A girl her age . . should be open to anything. I think good things await her."

Richard scooped his wife in his arm, "Playing therapist again darling?", he asked, amused. 

"I think of it as more . . coming across the right person, at the right time."

"Now, I think that's us", Richard beamed, in love with the light of his life. 

It really makes you wonder, if such love can ever be found again.

In young. 

In future. 

In forever. 

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞

Chapter has been updated.

Xoxo

Love, KS♡