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She can hide behind her mask. Camouflage herself with attitude. It makes her stand out and appear more mysterious. It’s what people want but also something they don’t understand. Couldn’t even if they wanted to, and she knows no one here wants to.
In her hour of glory she is completely alone. Isolated by secrets and lies and plasticity and an impossible hunger. Happy only in short bursts of forgetfulness.
With him she never felt lonely or fake. When they were together her mind was clear and her body alive. Their happiness an epiphany so all consuming that she couldn’t see the end coming, which of course it was. An end of sorts anyway….
Roly was doing his best diva imitation, ranting something at the poor new assistant and pawing at a skirt worn by one of IGirl’s favourite models. It was clearly pissing them both off.
She took over, getting the model out of the skirt and sending Roly out the front. He was better value as a schmoozer and she could do without the tantrums.
Everything went smoothly. The latest IGirl collection fed to an eager audience. Bouquets and congratulations all round. The money wheel given another sweeping turn. She lapped it up. Took her shot of happiness. Quaffed vintage champagne and accepted her accolades. An hour later she was making her way to the exit when Mark arrived.
She can hide behind her mask. Camouflage herself with attitude. It makes her stand out and appear more mysterious. It’s what people want but also something they don’t understand. Couldn’t even if they wanted to, and she knows no one here wants to.
In her hour of glory she is completely alone. Isolated by secrets and lies and plasticity and an impossible hunger. Happy only in short bursts of forgetfulness.
With him she never felt lonely or fake. When they were together her mind was clear and her body alive. Their happiness an epiphany so all consuming that she couldn’t see the end coming, which of course it was. An end of sorts anyway….
Roly was doing his best diva imitation, ranting something at the poor new assistant and pawing at a skirt worn by one of IGirl’s favourite models. It was clearly pissing them both off.
She took over, getting the model out of the skirt and sending Roly out the front. He was better value as a schmoozer and she could do without the tantrums.
Everything went smoothly. The latest IGirl collection fed to an eager audience. Bouquets and congratulations all round. The money wheel given another sweeping turn. She lapped it up. Took her shot of happiness. Quaffed vintage champagne and accepted her accolades. An hour later she was making her way to the exit when Mark arrived.
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