Always, Arlo [Published]

Chapter 7

Moving on

A taste of Publicity, What exactly does Arlo mean by that? As I stare out his penthouse window, I cant help but think about the ideas he's brewing up in his brain.

"How exactly are we doing this?" I ask, watching the night sky fall upon us, the city lights become more apparent.

"Hear me out because I know this might not be your type of crowd," Arlo says grabbing a remote from the coffee table and points it towards the fire place, and in a click of a button the fireplace is now on.

My eyes dart between him and the electric fireplace. I wouldn't be surprised if he had a disco ball installed inside his apartment that activates during party mode or something.

"Go on." I say embracing the newfound warmth in the living room, I sit back relaxing my tense body on Arlo's couch, cozying myself up.

"Alright theres a party being hosted by one of my associates, In this party all the hot-shots and just about anyone who has somewhat of a title will be there." He starts off and I pay close attention so I can  be on the same wavelength as Arlo.

"If I take you with me to the party people will talk, be intrigued, and interested in you. Which will cause curiosity about who exactly you are and then--Boom, we'll drop your first photoshoot photos on the media and you'll be a hot topic for weeks." Arlo talks with stars in his eyes, his eyes that once seemed so dark hold light in them as he speaks out the plan.

"This is enough to jumpstart your career so we have a platform to expand off of." He tells me enthusiastically.

He's very enthusiastic, and seeing him so eager and fond about boosting me up in this career field is warming my heart. I'm used to being in the shadows, being concealed and hidden in the dark. Feeling like a butterfly who's wings have been clipped and left to struggle without reaching their full ability to fly.

But Arlo is the other butterfly who's helping me learn the way around life without wings.

"I hope they like me." I mutter, I see the vision and a part of me is excited. I'm excited for the change of scenery, new beginnings and a start of this adventure. But when your confidence has been kicked down, and you've been hidden time after time by the person you loved the most you just wonder; Maybe being hidden is for the best.

"Of course they will, I know they will. The party is on Saturday night, I'll pick you up alright?" Arlo pulls his phone out his sweatpants pocket and slides it across the coffee table with the number-dial on the screen.

I pick up his phone and type my phone number in and saving it to his contacts, under Valentina. I have a feeling he'll change the contact name when he realizes though.