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Swan's eyes fell out of their pockets.
"Did you just say Vincenzo"
I nodded, nonchalant by her surprise and excessive expressions. We were in her business suite, discussing last day's happenings and Swan, as the actress she was today who needed to roam around inguise, was still guessing which actor I had seen.
"It must be Harry..or maybe Adam Levin!"
"That's a musician, Swan", I huffed and shook my head. How could a film star be so dumb?
"I am sure it is Henry Cavil. Did you check closer, or maybe Nicholas Galtizine? Who knows?", she kept bobbing her head up and down, as if she hadn't acted them with both.
"I haven't", her thick eyelashes flickered as her lips turned into a line.
"That is not the point, Swan. He was a c***k and the Kiddo was even more"
"Who cares? You said, he was hooooooooooooot"
I sighed.
She wasn't even listening.
After the whole twenty minutes she gushed over a man, she never saw, her eyes laid still on me, taking sips of her choco vanilla shake, her manager just brought in.
I was shocked to see how the man changed in the last week I saw him.
In a white long sleeved shirt and denim jeans, he looked absolutely beautiful compared to the messy and inaccurately creased torn Tee, and a shorts he wouldn't have washed in weeks.
The glow in his face told me he was doing well for himself.
Just as he left, I took my eyes to Swan, who had followed him a solid second before turning to me.
Okay.
"When did that happen?"
She raised her shoulders and sipped her shake, eyes still on me.
"If I have to provide any more information about Mr Tuxedo, its after you tell the entire story with Kenzo"
The corners of her lips rolled.
"It was .......smoothly executed"
I pulled my head, colliding our foreheads in the moment.
"Jesus...you had s*x?"
She nodded and smiled.
"Not a chance! How fast did that happen?"
Her cheeks were turning tomato red in the process of recollection.
"Swan, mia cara~ but when? How?! Did he or you-
She patted my cheeks and denied any more questions, "Not a word unless you tell me, your gonna date Vincenzo"
Yeah right.
I slapped her head, a finger away from ausing the smoothie to spill.
"Careful", she warned and switched the smoothie to her side row. She was dressed in a glorious white gown with light shade makeup by the famous makeup artist, Joanne, who worn a massive award for artistic creations and gown by Versace for sure.
"Your not checking me out, are you?"
Another slap.
Her eyes twinkled,
"Tell me you will date him"
"I don't even know where he is"
"Find him then"
My neck might have a cramp from all the shaking.
"No..!"
"Then no Kenzo stories"
"This is wrong", I couldn't believe she was already his side after the perfect description of a greek demon in disguise.
"Don't mess with me. You love Vincenzo more than me?"
She shrugged, "Vivian and Vincenzo; its perfect. The 'V's of the season"
"Shut up"
I stood up to leave but in a tug, she pulled me down.
Swan kissed my cheek, "You know I am kidding with you. When are you coming to the set with a new plot?"
I raised my shoulders, blaming the heat of the room waver over the situation.
"Nothing much. The panic attacks aren't exactly leaving"
Swan hissed in disappointment, and took my hands.
I hated sympathy but she squeezed them, eyes glittering,
"Start again"
I clicked my tongue,
"Swan, are you dumb or what? I just told you my pen isn't moving, and Ethan's stupid dumb dates...Tinder notifications, getting blocked, Jason's stupid profile picture: I Hate it!"
She inclined with a large grin.
"Great, because he might be a reason for you to start writing agan"
My brows raised in fury.
"f*****g jason?"
"No!"
She side eyed.
I gagged, "Kenzo?"
She finger flicked my forehead, "No! Vin-cen-zo"
Jesus christ.
"Find him. Strike a deal or some s**t. Use him, get your story done, tell him to go"
I shook my head.
That was the worst plan ever.
"He sounds like a hot billionaire to be honest"
I struck my arm in the air with some stern denial, but Swan dismissed it that instant.
She rung her bell and Kenzo came running in.
Most of the days, he often waited outside her door knowing she would call every second, but since he was on her bed now, he really didn't have to act so punctual and nice.
He could be wherever he wanted.
"Kenzo"
His cheeks didn't even wince. Strict assisstant role.
Nice act.
"Find the man, by the name Vincenzo, within out locality, get all his details and submit it by tonight"
I stared at her in exasperation as Kenzo bowed and left.
Swan was smirking.
"It would be the greatest plot of all times"
Though I couldn't exactly fight Swan on this, my mind was already in the ditches.
Would that tuxedo agree to it?
Most of all, would I ever find him again after that kind of treatment?
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