Welcome to 1926. The beginning of Hollywood.
But for actress and petulant diva Victoria Singh--a woman who's gone from rags to riches, it's all but a dream. With movie sets, interviews, parties, and events, she has her hands tied while still dealing...
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My entire world felt so empty. So cold. So lifeless.
Strangely however, this felt even more heartbreaking than the first time around—which could only mean the aftermath to follow would be much worse with my mental state.
Back then, Danny and I were in love based on mostly physical emotions. Though now...I had never trusted anyone more than I did him. We had shared hidden and paralyzing secrets that made us who we were today. So for right now, I didn't want to eat, sleep, or move. All I needed to do was curl up in a ball and cry for weeks.
But I simply had too many things to do on my plate. To back down from doing what I started now coming this far would be a huge disservice to everyone involved.
I just didn't understand one thing. I thought for sure knowing all he had done to hurt me now, I'd cut that lingering string with him altogether rather quickly. But no. I still wanted him again. Touch him again. Kiss him again in ways I'd always dreamed. But I guess carrying on my track record of everything that never works out for me, it was to be expected. I couldn't be that gal I once was before. I wouldn't allow myself to retreat into only caring about myself. There were bigger things in life aside from just me.
Arriving back to 'The Hollywood Lounge' alone, I was trying my best to not even bring up the moments I spent here with the man I was truly in love with.
Although catching Ivy finishing a clean up toward a nearby table upon entrance, the memory of him and I even taking this case on for her crawled back into my brain.
"Miss Singh! Oh, I mean Victoria! I'm so glad ya back, ya have no idea how great the turnout was last night and-" She started to say happily. But the second she saw how poofy my cheeks were and how puffy my eyes looked, her mood quickly shifted. "Oh my, have ya been crying? What's wrong?"
Now I knew at this point, I'd normally brush it off into some snappy insult or divert even answering the question quite easily. But after everything too, I simply just didn't care hiding behind some controlling facade. "Um...just everything. But it doesn't matter, because I'm supposed to be fine. I'm always fine. Don't I look fine?" I asked her, tearing up again.
She sighed and rushed up, pulling me into a hug. But at that moment I felt her arms around me in such a sisterly way, I just lost all my faculties at once. "No...but I've learned that it's okay to not be at times. But ya know what? I've also learned that things will eventually look up..."
Shaking my head however, I pulled away knowing so well differently. "God, Ivy. I wish I believed that..." I could only utter out, quivering my mouth.
"But it can! I promise ya! Look!" She hustled over to behind the bar where I didn't see Levi or Shelly anywhere yet, taking out a stack of papers. Strolling back, she handed them off. "Eighty girls between the two fellas all stepped up after I performed. Now, I may have dropped out of school early, but I can already tell ya that's way better than just nothing, right? Although I did hear a shifty gentleman trying to come inside the lounge past the bouncer. I could've sworn though it sounded just like Jake, but peeking through the hole, it wasn't him at all. But he did appear to resemble him in many ways. But don't even worry about that either! We took care of it."
