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It’s least to say she worked hard to get where she is today.

No help from anyone, pure dream and motivation.

She prioritized herself above everything—yet here she is, all dolled up to meet a famous producer in a hotel she’s heard before but never had the guts to check in to.

𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴… she murmured.

The walk up the hotel lobby was dreadful.

𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺… 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵

A few greetings to those who can recognize—flashing fake smiles to the ones that just undress her with their eyes, all while she gracefully strides towards the table—his table.

“Wonderful to see you Ms. Royale..” he stood up, taking the woman’s hand—kissing it.

“You look dashing tonight, thank you for accepting this humble invite” he smirked as he guide her to the table, finally sitting down.

𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘪𝘨.

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss it for the world… So I’ve heard I’m not the only one eyeing the role?” quickly changing the subject to a business setting.

“There is quite a few… There’s this one actress though, young, fresh—very promising…”

Ramona sat there, eye squinting.

𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦, thoughts come rushing into her mind as he continues rambling about the latter.

This is her one chance to actually make a name in the industry—solidify her place as hollywood’s rising stars.

“Well, if we’re talking talent..” chin up, voice as confident as ever “you know that I can easily take them all down…. Just give me a chance Mr. Hill, a chance!” she leans in closer, daring, pleading.

“Well, I’ll tell you what… taking a room at the hotel.. why don’t you come up for a drink and we can talk more about it”

There it is. For a second, scenes of her hard work and her life, flashed through her eyes. Is it just humiliation pending down on her or is it finally the key to the stardom she has always dreamed of.

His hand slowly crept up her thighs, causing a subtle hike of her dress.

Ramona looked down. Freezing. Cringing.

𝘎𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘧𝘧.. 𝘎𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘖𝘍𝘍! her mind screams at her. A nauseating feeling washes over her.

Both of them didn’t hear the footsteps creeping closer on them. Ramona felt it before she’s even laid eyes on it, or much to say, her.

“Ramona Royale… what an honor…”

She laid eyes on what she considered a living God. Questioning her existence. What she didn’t know is the woman was no mere an uninvited guest.

“I’ve seen all of your pictures…” The blonde woman stared straight at Ramona. “You should go…” Her gaze sharply shifted to the man sitted beside Ramona, “Now.”

The man didn’t think twice to scurry away from the scene.

Ramona, on the other hand, didn’t feel like running. Her gaze fixated on the woman as she sits down and lights a cigarette.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦–𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘤𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦–𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨

𝘌𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢 “What did you just do?” she asked. But before she could react, the blonde swiftly put her hand over hers—gently lingering. “Saved you from making a humiliating mistake” Her raspy voice cascaded in Ramona’s ears.

The woman dragged a puff from the cigarette. 𝘛𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨

“Forgive me from intruding. He just doesn’t seem to be the type to bring a.. good time” inching closer “I’m the Countess” offering a handshake.

“The countess of what?” Ramona pitched in. The blonde chuckled, and proudly waved her hand—showing the premises of the hotel.

𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘵, 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘓 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭

“For you though, you can call me Elizabeth… or whatever you desire hmm..” Ramona felt the intense stare go right through her. 𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘥

“It seems you already know who I am, Elizabeth. Ramona Royale, pleased to visit this wonderful hotel of yours” she replied, taking Elizabeth’s hand. 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘵

The night went on and on. Few drinks here and there. Laughs. Flirty remarks. Dancing. Warm embraces.

As Ramona bid her farewell, Elizabeth made sure to slip her number in Ramona’s purse. 𝘚𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩

“Thank you, ‘Liza. I enjoyed your company, I’ve gots to get going though—struggles of a star” She mumbled while giggling.

“Liza?”

“Oh-Uhm if you don’t mind me giving you a nickname, I give everyone I know one” she finished her sentence with a cheeky smile.

𝘊𝘶𝘵𝘦

“I certainly don’t”

Then a kiss—on the cheek. Ramona felt warm blood rush to her cheeks. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯?

“Oh-Uh- I’ll get going now, thank you, again.” she grabbed her purse—waking away, but Elizabeth quickly grabbed her arm.

“It’s already so late, let me call you a driver to get you home” Elizabeth warmly offered, finding Ramona’s eyes who suddenly seemed fixated on the ground.

“There’s no need for that, I’ll have my boyfriend pick me up” 𝘜𝘩-𝘰𝘩

The grip loosened. A sheer disappointment flashed through Elizabeth’s eyes, but she quickly regained composure.

“Is that so… safe drive, Ramona.” 𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘪𝘵

“Have a great night, Liza” she flashed an apologetic smile, finding Elizabeth’s hand—squeezing gently. Then she disappeared through the lobby of Hotel Cortez.

Ramona’s heart continues to pound as she exited the hotel. Thoughts racing through her mind. She’s never felt anything for a woman before, especially not with someone whom she just met. How was she already drawn to such rarified creature—her coldness that melts whenever she’d converse with Ramona, her gentle touch, her eyes, her lips. Ramona shakes her head from such thoughts as she sees her boyfriend’s car pull up.

She has spent the entire car ride trying to distract herself from the events of tonight—from her.

Wouldn’t last long though, as she felt a small crumpled paper in her purse as she rummaged through it.

‘𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵,

𝘐’𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘭

(874) 543-5574

-𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘩’

To make the story short, Ramona didn’t get the part in the movie. 𝘚𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘩?

But at least she was able to keep her dignity. That’s not what her boyfriend thinks though.

“Babe you do realize how important this is for me too, right? I set you up with that producer and you scared him off? What the fuck were 𝘺𝘰𝘶 thinking?” Not the first time her boyfriend raised his voice at her.

“I don’t know what you don’t understand with the situation, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘦, that man wanted me to sleep with him to get the part. Are you really gonna let that slide? He’s a complete creep— we’re you even worried about me, that you even had the guts to set me up a ‘meeting’ with that man–”

“I’m not stupid, Ramona. I know he was going to make advances like that. But this is our industry, you gotta do what you gotta do to get to the top—You, out of all people should know that.” 

Ramona stood there in shock. Her brain refusing to believe that those words came out from a man she considered the love of her life. “Pump the fucking breaks, Teo… You’re saying I rather sell my body to another man just for a fucking role? And you’re in on it?” Tears swell in her eyes, fearing to fall at any moment given. “I’m considered as one of hollywood’s greatest action star, babe. My management wants what’s best for me all the time—the same way I want everything to be what’s 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 for me, and that includes who I’m dating. People expect more from me, 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶, you’re dating me for God’s sake” He finished the sentence with a mocking laugh.

“All this time… you’re just thinking of me as someone who’s not enough?” She chokes on her sentences “I have been working my ass off just to make a name on this industry. I met you and thought you saw me through my hardworks, only for you to completely see me less as a person but more a fucking trophy? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶?” “C’mon, Ramona, you know I love you-” “NO! You don’t love 𝘮𝘦…. You love Ramona Royale in the screens, in the charts, in the awards… Fuck…. I have been wasting all my time dating- loving a ballsack like you?!” Now she’s sobbing as realizations come and hits her hard. “Let’s be real here, Ramona. I really did love you. But don’t get ahead yourself, you’re not a catch—you are not special enough to be talking trash about me. It’s show business hun… get over it.” 

𝘚𝘭𝘢𝘱

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦.

“You are one insufferable man, Teo. Fuck you, fuck your beat up face, fuck your fucking legacy! I do not need your narcissistic ass telling me how special I fucking am. You are not a great actor, people just put up with you because your family paid them to do so. At least I don’t have to suck daddy’s dick to earn a trophy or two from the world’s trashiest award shows.I don’t ever want to see your face again, oh and be careful with those sugar providers of yours. We are over, Teo. Over. Now pick your jaw off the fucking floor and get the fuck out of my apartment!” She said throwing a vase with flowers to him. “You fucking bitch! What the hell is your fucking problem!” Ramona didn’t even reply, her rage filled her eyes causing them to turn shades darker that they originally were. “Are you deaf, Teo? I said get the FUCK off my apartment” She said pusing the man out the door, slamming it to this face. “I paid for this fucking apartment Ramona!” With one last bang at the door, Teo Salvatore finally left the building.

Ramona slumps at the floor, defeated. Betrayed.

𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦

She promised never to let anyone define who she is. But after everything unfolded right in front of her eyes, that mask starts to crack— little by little. The tears in her eyes never stopped. She felt as if the room could breath. Smaller, bigger, smaller, bigger. She felt her surroundings turn dark, as she curled into a ball in that cold floor of hers.

Time passed. Ramona jolted awake, suddenly sitting up, feeling all her joints ache like someone’s sticking pins in them. She rubbed her eyes, slowly rising and making her way to the bathroom. She felt pathetic seeing her dishevelled appearance—Smudged mascara, pale lips, blood shot eyes, unkept hair. Tear eventually found it’s way out of her socket. She quickly washed them off by splashing water on her face. Looking at her reflection again, her mind wandered—An image starts to stare right back at her. 𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘩’𝘴. 

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘈𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦—𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘵. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦. 𝘚𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱… 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱… 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵… 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳… 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵.

Ramona shakes her head and splashes her face with water, again. She peeked her head out the bathroom to search for a clock. 3:15𝘈𝘔. “Let’s get this over with, I’m tired as hell” One last peek at the mirror. She remembers something. How could she forget? She scrambles out the bathroom into her bedroom, grabbing her purse from the other night.

(874) 543-5574

-𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘩

Ramona’s eyes subtly shimmered, holding the paper tight as she makes her way to her bed. She laid down and reached for the phone on the bedside table. Her heart pound as she pressed each digit, pressing the dial. 

𝘙𝘪𝘯𝘨… 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨… 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨…

Ramona’s eyes grew heavier and heavier each second. Just as she falls asleep

“Hello?”

She jolts awake. Unable to say a word.

“This is Elizabeth speaking, who is this?”

Her mind is blank—she keeps searching for words to form in her mouth

“I can hear you breathing you know?”

𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬.

Ramona hung up. She feels her heart as it races. Why when it comes to her, Ramona turns into a hot mess. 

𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳… 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴.

Yeah. Let’s keep lying to ourselves. Surely that’s going to keep up for the long run. Why was Elizabeth even up this late? Was she out partying with elites again? Why the hell would Ramona care? 

𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦. 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮—𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨.

Morning came, birds chirped, the sun looked as bright as it could be. Ramona is already dressed for the day. To be specific, she looked like she was dressed to kill. She prepped and ate breakfast, checking her schedule— 2 auditions and 1 photoshoot. She eyed the phone again, feeling a wave of confidence rush through her, she dialed her number again. A groggy voice came on the line, and yet still holds a certain energy in it.

“Hello? This is Elizabeth speaking…”

“Hey ‘Liza, it’s Ramona”

“So it’s you who called and didn’t even say a single word. Cat got your tongue, darling?”

“Ha-ha-ha long story, I was wondering if the offer is still up?”

“You know it is, Mona”

“A nickname? For me?”

“You gave me one, felt like it was only right to give you one too”

“Does 9:00PM sound good? I just have a few errands to run today, hopefully not too late?”

“Sounds perfect, it’d be my pleasure to show you ‘round… who knows maybe you’ll feel the pleasure soon enough too”

Ramona’s cheeks flushed, her legs crossed as she replied,

“What was that?”

“Nothing, can’t wait to see you tonight, Mona”

“See you Liza”

That one line stuck to her, made her even more excited for the ‘𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘳’ Elizabeth’s going to give her. She went through her schedule with a breeze. Knowing she aced her auditions and posed like the rent was due on her photoshoot. The photographer kept yelling ‘You look great’ ‘Yes! Arch that back!’ ‘It’s getting hot in here!’ ‘Beautiful!’. All of those just boosted Ramona’s mood upon seeing Elizabeth tonight.

8:45PM. 

She’s early.

She strutted through the doors of Cortez, scanning the place.

Pretty empty.

She made her way to the bar. A woman who seemed to be the bartender looked at her curiously. 

“Anything I can get you?”

“Oh a martini sounds nice, one of those please”

“Sure thing”

Ramona thought the woman radiated a warm presence contrary to the place she was working in.

“Here’s your drink…. I’m sorry, but may I ask? You are Ramona Royale right?”

“Ahh yes, I’m surprised you recognize me”

“Oh of course, I’ve watched a movie with you in it.. I’m Liz, Liz Taylor”

“Pleased to meet you, Liz. How long have you been working here in the hotel?”

“For 2 years already, I mean not totally a pleasant place to be working in, but it’s nice to have a cruel place be a home to be yourself in”

“Are there no people checking in? Money must be tough”

“Hmm right… right..”

Just as the two got acquainted with each other, footsteps drew closer to them. And just like the last time, Ramona felt her before she could see her. And Liz felt it too. Ramona turned around to be met by a dazzling woman in a nice silver dress, covering just enough for people to see her perfectly proportioned body. It took Ramona a while to realize she’s been checking Elizabeth out.

“I’m so glad you could come” The latter reached for a brief kiss on the cheek. All witnessed by Liz who took it as a cue to go behind the bar and do some ‘paperworks’ not before flashing a stunned Ramona a wink. “Of course, I had the time and I enjoyed our last rendezvous” Ramona flashed a smile. “I see you’ve met one of my staffs” “Oh yeah, the company was nice while waiting, I finished my schedule early so..” “Oh I see, shall we go on to the tour?” “Sounds nice”

The hotel was far larger than what Ramona thought it would be. But she’s got to admit, it’s hard to focus on the tour when she’s got Elizabeth by her side. The countess had her arm around the esteemed guest the entire tour. Going on every detail, every design, the backstories. 

“You’re really hands on with the things that goes into your hotel huh?” Ramona playfully jabbed “Well, I like being immersed in the beauty of everything that’s near me… including you” Hot blood went straight to Ramona’s cheek as she tried to play it cool with a laugh. “There’s one more place I’ve left to show you” Elizabeth took hold of Ramona’s hand, leading them to the elevator. The countess pushed the button at the very top. “My penthouse..” She stride a little closer to Ramona “I don’t bring lots of people here, but you, dear, is a special one” She inched closer and closer, nearly cornering Ramona at the side of the elevator. “Nervous are we?” As if she could hear how hard Ramona’s heart is pounding right at this moment.

𝘋𝘪𝘯𝘨!

Saved by the bell. Elizabeth got out first with Ramona following closely behind. Two large doors opened, revealing a luxurious penthouse. Everything looks like it costs a fortune and it does. A room that matches it’s owner perfectly. Ramona sat down at the sofa as Elizabeth made her way to the mini bar just behind her. She brought two glasses of expensive whiskey, and handed one to Ramona. 

“Pardon me for asking, but you look like you have not much sleep, is everything alright?” The countess asked, flashing a face of worry “Well, I haven’t had a good sleep because… me and my boyfriend just broke up” The memory almost made Ramona flinch. Heartbreaks seem to have that effect on her. A hand crept up to hers, offering comfort. Ramona weakly smiled and told Elizabeth what happened. “I’m so sorry you had to put up with that..” “It’s fine, Liza. I mean I’m glad it’s over but it still hurts you know? I just hated the feeling when he left, made me feel unwanted and undeserving. Made me question my life, my career.” She downed the whiskey in one go, catching Elizabeth off guard. She scooted closer to the latter “I thought of you, you know? How your presence can command any man in the room… How good you look doing it” Seems like the alcohol really hit hard tonight. “Oh darling, clearly that ex-boyfriend of yours doesn’t have a good taste…” The countess tried to hide a satisfied look after hearing the story and caressed Ramona’s cheek. A tipsy Ramona leaned in closer 

“Is that so? Then do you have good taste?” 

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

“You surprise me, Mona. Who knew a little whiskey throws you on the edge like this”

The countess closed in, her eyes desperately searched for Ramona’s

“May I kiss you?”

“You really had to ask?”

Ramona held Elizabeth’s head and crashed her lips to hers. A slow kiss, that didn’t struggle to find rhythm with one another. The countess’ hands starts sensually roaming the latter’s body, but just as things are about to escalate further, Ramona breaks it.

“What’s wrong, have I made you uncomfortable?”

“No-no… it’s just that I’ve never experienced anything with a woman before…”

“That’s no problem, we can take it as slow as you want”

“Thank you, ‘Liza… I didn’t want to be a buzz kill and all ha-ha-ha” She laughed as she slowly try to regain her composure. With that Elizabeth subtly smirked, got up and walked towards a metal display filled with vinyl records leaving Ramona confused on the sofa. She played the record on the turntable and as the tune filled the room, she turned around and said

“Come dance with me, let your mind wander anywhere else…” 

Ramona took her hand as the countess once again wrap her arm around her waist. Despite her height, she definitely knows how to take control.

“𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦”

Just like that, they danced and drank. This is going to be a long night…