The Truths Behind the Life of Maeve Sun Lively

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HER STRAIGHT BANGS WERE GONE, instead they were replaced with these curtain bangs. Her hair was no longer the same dark plain black but a dark brown which was slightly black mixed with a light mahogany pearl blond color. She might've even grown an inch or two from the last time I saw her in person. Her skin glowed in a way it hadn't before, and her slim eyes bended in a soft way as she greeted the crew members respectfully. In her black crop top and jogger pants, she looked fashionably badass but also not in some kind of forceful and trying too hard effort. I think she had always given off that feeling, also what I so loved about her.

I stood up in my neat yellow sundress, my legs almost quivering a little in my white heeled sandals, but I managed to get ahold of myself. I walked over to where she was talking to Mr. Henreid and almost instantly he noticed me and curled his heavy arm around my waist.

"Oh! Here, Klarise, this is Maeve, she'll be playing Kenna Fletcher in the project."

Her eyes that were dancing with a grin when she was just talking to Mr. Henreid dropped low and dark when they landed on me.

There seemed to be this moment where everything around us disappeared, and then it was just the two of us. My eyes on her and her eyes on me, and in those few seconds where time stopped flowing and stopped everything and everyone for the two of us, I realized I couldn't talk to her. No, I didn't want to.

I was the first one to break the forever lasting silence—even though it was really a few seconds only—and I smiled my sweet glamorous smile, taking my hand out for her to shake.

"Nice to meet you, Klarise, I'm Maeve. Maeve Lively."

It was an act, we both knew that. Despite the short period of time we had actually known each other in reality, introducing ourselves to each other like we were strangers felt both silly and in an undeniably way of trying to hide the past that we had once shared between us.

She seems to realize the sharp and forced tone in me even though Mr. Henreid probably had no idea, and she smiles her sweet smile almost exactly like how I had and greeted her hand with mine. Her hand, I forgot just how perfect it had fit with mine, and when she was about to pull it away, I held onto it tightly almost instantly without even consciously knowing; not wanting to let that perfectness ever leave the two of us again. She looked up at me, into my eyes, and then I realized what I had done and quickly retrieved my hand.

"Nice to meet you too." Deep inside her eyes told me another story that wasn't so 'nice'.

Mr. Henreid's arm was still slanged around my waist, and instead of unmoving it, I placed my two arms around his shoulders and pulled him close to my breast, using my acting skills, I stared up at him as if he were the savior of all mankind. "Oh Mr. Henreid, so nice how I've gotten this role."

His heavy breathing against me and his eyes staring predatorily at my chest made me uncomfortable. I felt, in a way, sort of desperate. So when Klarise who clearly noticed this and I saw her flinch back, either hurt or disgusted, I felt like I've won something, like this satisfaction to myself.

"Well, it was nice talking to you, Mr. Henreid, I'll get to preparing for our coming scenes now though. See you two later," she waved goodbye and a guy who was probably her assistant followed her to the makeup rooms in the back.

When she was out of sight again, I felt something in my chest drop a little.

"I have a hotel room placed for tonight," Mr. Henreid whispered into my ear. It wakes me up from my thoughts and my eyes wander from where Klarise had gone off to to his half bald head instead. I had realized what I had done.

I smiled, politely slipping my arms off of his shoulders. "Sorry, I have plans for tonight though. Maybe another time?"

Before he could answer, I started to run away somewhere. I wasn't really looking when I ended up finding myself in the janitor's room, stuffy and full of brooms and mops. I knew I should be getting ready with makeup and all that, but I couldn't get myself to stand up and face the things outside.