As I stared at my reflection in the vanity's mirror while my make artist did her finishing touches on me, I realised my head was still buzzing.
I had not wrapped my head around the news I had discovered mere hours ago. I could not.
I was so young.
I was just starting out my career.
There were things I wanted in life.
There were plans I had.
And this....
"Don't move, Nat." Maya, my make up artist, scolded me in her thick Indonesian accent.
"Sorry." I mumbled in a whisper before drawing a deep breath, and holding myself firm again.
"Hmm... you never move so much. Are you distracted?"
"A little.." I sheepishly accept.
"Why?"
"It's.. nothing." Pulling a little practiced smile, I briefly look at her. "Just worried about how everything would play out... you know, after the movie en
