08:39 A.M.
Margo Monteverde's Residence.
June 5th, the year 2018. Tuesday.
Margo was currently applying some liquid foundation on her face in her small mirror. This day was another taping day for her. Her director decided they should move their schedule to noontime. Margo had no choice but to agree.
Even if she doesn't want her skin to sunbathe and get dry, she doesn't want to object to her director's decisions.
When Margo was experimenting with her look, her cellphone rang. She glanced at her cellphone, and in a second, her smile bloomed.
~~ Xian baby calling...~~
It's Xian! Her boyfriend! She quickly picked up the call while blushing.
"Baby, good morning!" Xian greeted her girlfriend. Margo can't control the butterflies in her stomach. "Good morning too, baby!" Margo spoke lovely back to Xian.
"You woke up good?" Xian asked her while smiling.
"Yeah. Especially if you call me early in the morning. Why not, right?" Margo teased him.
"Hey, I got butterflies in my stomach again," Xian grinned from ear to ear.
"Hey, much more butterflies on me." Margo blushed.
"It's enough, baby! You ate breakfast?" Xian asked.
"Not yet, baby. What about you?" Margo retorted.
"I was thinking of heading down to your house for us to dine breakfast together?" Xian suggested.
"Sure, why not?"
"What do you want for breakfast?"
"Anything would do good for me."
"Okay. Wait... I felt that you're in a good mood today," Xian said.
'Why? Don't you want me to be like this every day?" Margo's bitter tone emerged.
"Not really. Did something good happen?" Xian faltered.
"Mmm," Margo battled with herself whether to tell Xian that she hired her own personal assistant or not. But she needed to say it because Xian was her boyfriend, and it should address these simple things.
"I-I found my personal assistant yesterday," Margo whispered.
"Oh, may I ask who's the lucky person?" Xian asked. Margo thought her boyfriend would tease him again. He always reminded her that no personal assistant can work for her for a few months. Her finicky attitude said so.
"Hm. What if I invite her for breakfast? Since she's my personal assistant now, she can be here anytime," Margo suggested.
"Sure, why not? The more, the merrier."
"Okay. Drive safely, baby. I love you."
"I love you too! I will buy your favorite lasagna," Xian said.
"Oh, my favorite! Sure, baby, see you!" Margo exclaimed.
"See you in a moment," Xian said. Margo hung up the line while smiling and continued her look.
Her lovable boyfriend will be here at any minute, and she needed to wear her killer outfit. Xian Santos was a very rich guy.
He's born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Her mother, Sammy Carbonel Santos, was a multi-awarded international theater actress. Her father, Sailor Santos, was a famous painter.
When Xian introduced her to his mother, Aunt Sammy, Margo felt the fondness she rarely had. They always talked about effortless acting. Even the skills and overall performance on the theatrical stage, and in front of the camera.
Aunt Sammy was her mentor and trainer. Besides that, she called Aunt Sammy in her mind as her future mother-in-law.
Xian's father, Sailor Santos, has a gallery room in their house. It holds his abstract and beautiful paintings. Margo realized that Xian's inherited talent was from his dear father. He was a gifted painter.
Xian gave an anniversary gift to Margo in their first year. The painting was hanging in her bedroom, beside her queen's bed. It was so exquisite because Xian's hands finely sketched and painted Margo's picture.
When Margo finished her experimental look, she smiled at her reflection in the mirror. She stood up and rummaged through some high waist jeans and a black crop top. She wore her black boots before strutting towards her full-body mirror to look.
She posed in front of it and took a mirror selfie. When she was currently posting it, she suddenly remembered that she had to call Carmela. She was calling her number when her maid opened the door and peeked a little of her head inside.
"Madame?" Nanny Margarette called her.
"What is it, Nanny?" Margo asked her.
"Um... Madame, Carmela is waiting downstairs," Nanny murmured.
"Oh, yeah. I will go down in a second," Margo replied, then took a last glance at her reflection. Nanny nodded and carefully closed the door.
Margo placed her phone inside her back pocket and went down quickly. She saw Carmela sitting down on the sofa. She was wearing ripped jeans and a simple shirt again. Her bag was slung over her shoulders, and she didn't have any make-up on.
"Carmela!" Margo called to her. Carmela's surprised face startled her.
"Margo," Carmela began as she stood up and bowed her head.
"You're early. I would call you earlier to invite you, but you're here already," Margo explained.
"You said to me I should be here early in the morning, am I right?" Carmela fretted. Margo suddenly remembered what she reminded Carmela of yesterday.
"By the way, that taping. The director moved the schedule from 06:00 A.M. to noon. Is that okay with you?" Margo asked her. She's worried about Carmela's daughter. For sure, she was crying right now because her mother left for her job.
"Yes, Margo. It's fine for me."
"How about your daughter? Will she not be waiting for you to come home early?" Margo's anxious enough.
"No. She has a babysitter now."
Margo nodded, then queried, "Anyway, you ate breakfast?"
"Yes, Margo, before I left the house."
"Well, would you mind if you join our breakfast?" Margo suggested. Carmela thought of it for a minute, then asked, "Our? Who's gonna be with us?"
"Well, my boyfriend. He's on his way now," Margo smiled.
"Yeah, sure. No worries," Carmela expressed.
"Okay... Nanny! Prepare some food on the dinner table, okay?!" Margo shouted through the sofa towards the kitchen. In a moment, there was a knock on the door.
Meanwhile, Carmela was silently sitting down on the sofa. She left early in the morning, but she had a hard time leaving her daughter behind because she was crying.
Carmela's job as Margo's personal assistant had begun. She might have a hard time guarding her small place in the market in a few days.
Carmela observed the surroundings of Margo's residence.
The living room was wide, and had white marble tiles for the floor. The long, soft sofas were symmetrically aligned. A television set was 64 inches wide, as big as the screen in cinemas. They painted the intact house in white color, but it was so elegant for Carmela.
They can see the way towards the kitchen from where she was sitting. The staircase towards the second floor of the house of vigorous and sturdy wood.
The chandelier that hung from the ceiling, Carmela, was star struck. It gave the complete house a shimmering glow. They also painted the door in plain white, made of sturdy wood, too. Margo stood up from her seat as the knock continued and opened the door.
A guy in his twenties came inside, had light brown skin, tall, and his smoky eyes spoke for desire as he looked into you. He was wearing a dirty green jacket covering his polo shirt and black tight jeans. He was carrying a box of lasagna in one hand and some fried chicken in a bucket in another hand.
"Baby!" Margo exclaimed as she pecked Xian's cheeks. Carmela stood up from the sofa and got stunned at what she saw. It's Xian! As she didn't want to show her astonishment, she bowed her head skeptically.
Margo introduced her to Xian, "Carmela, he's my boyfriend, Xian."
It also surprised Xian to see Carmela in Margo's place. It stupefied Xian and Carmela, both in their places. They're flabbergasted to see each other again. After a drastic ending in their relationship.
They stared at each other for a moment, but Xian recovered quickly and offered his hand.
"It's nice meeting you, Carmela. I'm Xian. Xian Santos," he murmured.