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"You're beautiful" 

She pretended to miss that statement when she heard that clearly as any other statement for in reality she didn't know how to respond to that. What to respond to that. 

Of course, she was beautiful and she knew that. That was one of the only things she was reminded of every day of her life at least ever since she had become a star, but sometimes, she wanted to be known for something - anything - other than her beauty. 

Not many knew but she wanted to be an astronaut, that had been a long dream. To step on the moon. 

But no, that wasn't meant for her, she was a star instead. Her job was to shine brighter than the moon, not be on the moon and look at the Earth so very beautiful. And she had learned to deal with it. 

"Y'know, it's customary to thank someone when they compliment you," he told to her when she didn't give a response. 

"You know, it's bad to not take me to some motel at this part of night," she replied back as she pulled the red blanket closer to her body. 

He sighed deeply, "Look, I told you. It was his special orders to not take you to a motel at least the very same night, not without a disguise in the least." 

She bit her lip as she peered out of the window of the car and stared at the stars out of the car. She really didn't like sleeping in a car the car pulled up in a remote location she really didn't know. And then, an idea struck her. 

She sat up abruptly, "Wait, without a disguise."

He turned back to face her, his blue eyes shimmering in the dark car, "What are you thinking, princess?"

She gave him a smirk as he turned on the lights in the car, "Going to stop with the nicknames, already?"

"Nah, where is the fun in that, right?" 

And out came that million dollar smile - very literally - as she re-phrased his earlier words and mocked his tone, "And he thinks he's funny too."

He gave an airy chuckle with all his white teeth on display and Clarabel wondered about when she had last laughed with that much joy filling her up. That was one of the many little things she missed about being a kid and growing up being a rebellious princess in a rich academy. 

"So, what's been on your mind, princess?" he interrupted her train of thought. 

"Oh, right," she mumbled absentmindedly. "I was thinking that you mentioned how Jer mentioned that I couldn't go anywhere without a disguise. So, how about I go in disguise."

"Huh, not a very bad idea, princess," he told her. "But you're a pretty famous character around here that everyone recognises, won't be that easy."

"And good for you, I'm the mistress of disguises," she winked at him and got out of the backseat.

She rapped her knuckles on the boot of the cab and he had to open up. Curiosity perked in him and he walked to her side. With the torchlight of his phone on, he whispered, "What are you doing?"

"Why, searching for a disguise, o' course!" she laughed back, and gave him a charming smile as she zipped open her red Nike duffel bag.

"Oh, who are you planning to be today, o great mistress of disguises?" he asked her, eyes shining with mischief.

She took out a small identification card from her back and smiled back, "I'm being Aliayth Johnson today."

"Wow, this is so cool!" he replied, excitement in his blue eyes. "I've only ever seen something like this in movies."

"Suit up, love," she smirked as he tossed a pair of dark blue aviators to him and got into the backseat of the car with a change of clothes in hand. 

He looked at the glasses in his hand and then at the abandoned road he was standing on. 

"I'm so going to regret this in a few hours," he whispered to himself as he walked towards the driver's seat once more. 

~*~

She walked with a sophisticated stance just like the models on television that he had grown up watching. One foot right in front of the other, swaying her hips only the slightest as possible, back straight, eyes narrow and that ridiculously over-expensive purse at hand, she walked to the counter of the hotel. Hotel de New York was the name of the hotel and if he was being honest, it was ridiculously over extra.  

She marched in her elegant stance to the reception and started talking in the loudest voice possible. 

"RIDICULOUS!" she told and the sunglasses on her eyes, slid down a tiny bit, "This is soooo ridiculous! How could it not be booked?!"

She whipped her head towards him and told him, "Pierce, if only we had not made the deal, I wouldn't have hesitated to fire you for forgetting to book the best suite in this hotel!"

And he shrunk a bit in her proximity and the way she was screaming. 

"Excuse me, miss, is there any way I could help you?"

"EXCUSE YOU, it's Mistress Aliayth Johnson," she replied and faced the receptionist, "It's ridiculous enough that Pierce over here, my highly incompetent butler, forgot to book a suite here but even more ridiculous that I haven't rated this hotel a 5 star because of the way you treat important people! I expected more from Hotel de New York after the suggest of his twin sister Hotel de Paris, but apparently not."

The receptonist in the white suit look mortified, "I'm so sorry Mistress, there must've been a malfunction of some sort in our system and we are so-"

"Wha-" she screamed in that thick French accent she had adapted to, "You must be joking! So, you guys did have a malfunction of and Pierce wasn't lying."

She looked down at the gold painted reception table and slammed her fist, "I knew it, my Pierce would never fail me, I'm so sorry, Pierce."

And after she looked with adoration at the blue eyed guy, she turned to face the receptionist, fury in her blue eyes, "HOW DARE YOU- come on Pierce, we're out of here, I'm rating this a ONE star!" 

The receptionist scrambled out of her seat, "Oh my god, Miss Ali- I mean, Mistress Johnson, we will be glad to give you a free suite in exchange, we just need your identification card-"

"Nay, I've had enough of this bullshit and keeping me waiting at the reception-"

"Ahhhhh," the woman panicked for a tiny moment as Holly strutted away, her hand firmly pulling him away from the receptionist. 

"Okay, just don't leave yet, Mistress Johnson, let me show you to the finest suite in all of New York City," she offered and directed them towards the gold painted elevator. 

"I'll be the judge of that." 

And so, the receptionist did just that, she kept the chatter to the minimum and lead them up a series of floors and ushered them to 'one of the finest suites' of New York. She deeply apologized for the inconvenience she had caused by not realising that it was the Aliyath Johnson, whose father had amounted to a huge and conspicuous sum of money which was passed down to her. 

Holly simply deflected every question and he was surprised and mesmerized by her skill to so nonchalantly deflect everything off. 

Once they were alone in the suite of six bedrooms and a many other extra features, he asked her, "So, Mistress Aliayth Johnson, I take one, you take another?"

"Absolutely," she mumbled and took of her sunglasses and placed them on the bedside table. "We leave at nine in the morning after a luxurious breakfast. It's already three AM in the morning, better get some sleep pretty boy." 

She sat on the bed as she pulled off her four inch stilettoes and he wondered how on Earth anyone could walk on those things.

"A'ight, you're the boss," he replied and walked towards the other room but right before he could leave, he heard her say. 

"Night, pretty boy."

"Night, babe," he smiled as she buried herself deeper in the huge kid-sized bed. She did not forget to glare back at him. "Want me to turn off the lights?" 

"Nah, I'll manage it from here," she smiled back.

He gave a small nod and turned away. He stood by the door post as the lights switched out by her. 

He turned towards her. And she sat up from her position as she wondered why he stopped and he told her in a whisper but she still heard him. 

"My name is Henry Dijion."

"Pretty name for a pretty boy," she winked at him and the moon outside illuminated her features, striking them almost pale. 

And he smiled that wide smile with his teeth on display. 

And for a moment, her heart flipped a tiny bit as she kept replaying that smile of his. 'Ridiculous' was what she mumbled to herself as she realised that she might've been obsessing over someone she just met the same day. 

She was, for a moment, tried to remember when the last time was when she went out on a date and she couldn't really remember that. Until she did and she frowned. 

Love wasn't meant for her. Since the very first time. 

So, she stopped her obsessing and forced herself to sleep.  

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