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William De Luca
"William De Luca!"
"He's arrived!"
"William, look this way!"
"Is that the latest Louis Vuitton collection?!"
"Didn't Jeffree Star just post it a few minutes ago?"
"Who cares! Will makes it look flawless!"
"William!"
"Will! How does it feel to be the future heir of the De Luca legacy?"
"William! Is it true you have a sister?!"
"A cousin?"
"Are you gay?!"
"Are you dating the latest KPOP star who claimed on Twitter that you're together?"
The last part was new as I posed in front of my new pink Royce, the only one in the entire NYC district. Acting as if I were making sure my outfit was truly flawless, I casually tousled my pink strands, earning waves of screams from the crowd of fans from my apparent league of admirers.
Aurelia said I had my own fan club, but I hadn’t really looked into it until recently. Some of these fans would do anything to be right here for this one-minute glimpse that they could have easily witnessed on multiple social media platforms. I guess the real-life experience was better.
Viktor walked over to my side, the valet driver already taking my baby to the private underground parking spot to secure the valuable luxury. Everyone knew Viktor was my right-hand man, but it seemed as though a few of my fans loved to imagine us being together as a gay couple. He even had a few of his own hard-core fans that loved his well-put-together attire.
He was sporting his usual all black outfit, his hair brushed to one side, which made him look fresh and young.
We walked in sync as we began to make our way up the stairs towards the glass rotating doors that awaited us. Ten large bodyguards were awaiting our arrival as always.
Papa Dearest never played around with security, even when I came in later in the day. Before reaching the top, I looked over to the crowd of fans, their screams doubling in volume as they lost their shit just at my attention.
I noticed one girl who struggled to be seen, watching the swarm of disappointment morph on her flushed face while her glasses seemed to hide the brewing of tears that began to pool in her emerald eyes.
She kind of reminded me of a young Aurelia, and I focused hard on picking up her sole scent; hints of wolf and yet she gave me witch vibes with her very unique shade of blue hair.
Without thinking, I paused in my movement as Viktor followed suit, noticing my change of plans and somehow mimicking my movement as I walked towards the girl. The crowd seemed to go wild while the hidden security in the crowd ensured the paparazzi didn't get too close.
I wasn't worried about the fans getting too close. They had their own code of 'Do Not Touch the Holy Grail of William De Luca," or some similar rules of honor they followed for the sake of my sanity.
Thank goodness, ‘cause I wouldn't be able to keep a straight face otherwise if one randomly touched me.
I was in front of the girl in a few long strides. Her eyes widened in shock as everyone seemed to look at her and wonder how the hell she caught my attention. I watched as she looked to the baked cookies that were glazed in chocolate in her hand before she gulped and seemed to gather the courage to present them to me as she squeaked, "Sir William. Um. This is for you. I came from Japan to give you these. Please accept my gift!"
This felt like some sort of Korean drama as the world seemed to grow silent while all the attention landed on me. They were waiting to see what I'd do next: accept the gift or smack it out of the girl's hand and crush her hopes and dreams.
To think she traveled all the way from Japan to see me was a bit of a shocker, leaving me to put a mental note to get security to ensure she got back to her hotel or to the airport safely. Publicity like this could be negative for foreigners, and I didn't want her to get hurt or worse over this incident.
Reaching for the bag, I took it in my grasp before handing it to Viktor, who opened it the smoothest, most elaborate way possible. He took the honors of offering a cookie to my lips, everyone seemingly holding their breaths in anticipation as they watched me take a bite of the very chocolate glazed cookie.
I chewed nice and slow, hearing the constant shutter of the cameras all around me, probably zoomed in to get the perfect shot. I purposely ate like this was one of those modeling shoots, even licking my bottom lip after I'd enjoyed the bite of chocolate cookie delight.
"Delicious," I declared and actually smiled, my eyes softening before I winked at the shocked girl. "Leave your info at the desk. I'd love to have some more on another occasion."
