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Evelyn is in an intense state of rush.
“You’re late,” she barks at Victor once our feet touch European soil. She arrived a few days ago in preparation for the star’s arrival.
Victor merely flashes her a cheeky grin.
“You do know I didn’t actually fly the plane, right? That’s more my brother Royce’s department. It’s not my fault it took longer than expected.”
Evelyn groans in annoyance.
Victor is completely at ease in this foreign environment, even with all the screaming and all the photographers. I try to copy him. It’s not very successful.
I’m actually here in Italy...
I look around. Everyone is still screaming. People are looking at me. I bet they’re wondering how the hell did this girl get the chance to hang out with the sexiest bachelor on the planet.
I really do need to wrap my head around all this - just a few days ago I was behind that counter in Crystal River serving coffees to angry almond milk drinkers and now I am... here.
Victor told me that I’m more than enough. Still doesn’t mean that I can’t be utterly, totally terrified.
“Come on,” Evelyn whispers sharply at us. “We’ve got no time to lose. Let’s get inside the airport.”
“What’s going on?” I ask Victor as we’re ushered into a long hallway, far away from the screaming fans and the cameras. We’re moving fast, and that’s making me stressed.
The actor slowly removes his sunglasses.
“We’re about to have a press conference in front of the European celebrity media,” he replies calmly.
“Oh,” I say. “Well, I’m happy to hang back and chill somewhere while you’re doing all that.”
Victor merely stares at me.
“Josie... we’re about to have a press conference.”
Ah.
Okay.
We are. That means me.
Fuck.
“Got it. Together. Okay.”
I very much don’t have it. I’m very much freaking out even more than I was descending the plane.
“I need you, Josie,” Victor whispers. “You’re my new girlfriend. You should front the world with me.”
“I’m here, Victor.”
“Just be yourself.”
“I’m trying.”
We enter into some cavernous room, straight onto a stage that looks out over a full auditorium of chairs. And soon those chairs are being filled by photographers and reporters.
Victor gestures for me to sit next to him, right in the middle of the stage. In front of us is a long table, but that ain’t providing much defense from the vultures out there ready to pounce. Under the table, Victor’s hand finds mine. And once our skin touches, I feel at peace.
And I know that he wants to guide me through all this.
