*Karol Blue Wolfe's POV*
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"No." I asserted after taking a sip from my glass of orange juice and placed the thing on the table beside my plate.
"Please?" Krystal kept on begging while wearing her desperate, ugly puppy dog face, and she sat on her chair that was adjacent to my left. I took a deep breath to keep my cool and sharply looked at her.
"For the thousandth time, Krys, no! I am not doing it. Just knock it off! Whatever your bargain is, you can't force me." I contended and gripped my fork to take the first bite of my lasagna, and she seemed about to cry. She has been begging me since the time we got home from the mall. And I just can't do what she wants me to do at my job tomorrow. It's going to be hell for me.
"Mom!" She called out to the woman who was still in the kitchen to get a pitcher of cold water.
What is she going to tell her now?
"What is it? Are you fighting again? What is it this time? Oh, let me guess, Elle Rory again? Is it?" The woman walked into the dining area and asked us both, and gave us knowing stares. Well, she's never wrong.
Linda Kristen Wolfe is the person I have known as my mother since I was thirteen years old. She raised me like her own daughter together with her late husband, Arthur. They are so good because even if they have a simple life, they didn't think twice to take me in their cozy home from being astray on the streets after I escaped the orphanage, like Krystal. And I couldn't thank them enough that I have become who I am today and have reached some of my goals in life. One is to have people that I call my family, and two is to be able to work my dream job as a flight attendant. I've been working for almost a year now at the ZThorne Airways aviation company.
"She will be leaving for work tomorrow and will have a once-in-a-lifetime chance to board a plane with Elle Rory, yet she doesn't want to bring my notebook to ask for a single damn signature from the woman. I mean, it isn't that hard. She is a good person and very approachable. She will sign it. Come on, Blue! Please." She blurted out, and I just rolled my eyes while devouring my delightful dinner.
"KB, darling, why aren't you doing it? Well, don't bother answering that. I know you don't like the woman. But maybe she isn't allowed to do it, Krys." Mom asked and clearly didn't know which side she would take, and I just nodded my head to agree with her that we aren't allowed to do such actions while we are on duty.
"No. Blue will be on board with her for about fifteen hours. And she won't be working all that time. She couldn't even consume ten seconds, asking the woman to sign my notebook—just one damn signature. I already offered her that I would give her thirty to fifty percent of my earnings from my book sales for a year, yet she still won't do it, Mom. I mean... it is not that hard, right? You would do it for me, Mom, right?" My little sister kept on wailing, and I just kept eating and enjoying watching her stress out herself with her misery. I already told her that I couldn't do it countless times already. Damn, I shouldn't have said to her that the fake blonde-haired Rory would be flying with me.
"No. And if I say no, it's a no. That's final." I affirmed sternly and stood up to reach for some meatballs, and our mother looked at me with her eyes trying to convince me. I acted like I was not moved by it and continued eating.
Mom won't be forcing me since she knows me so well. The last time she took my sister's side when we fought about something, well, always about that superstar, I didn't come home for five months nor even called them. And I know she wouldn't want it to happen again.
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The night went on, and I packed the things I would be bringing with me for my job while Krystal has been facing her computer and writing her new masterpiece. And she's wearing the new headphones that I bought for her earlier.
Sometimes I feel sorry about us just sharing one room since we moved into this smaller house in the suburbs when our adoptive parents had to sell the old house in the city to use the money for Dad's medication. He got cancer in his lungs and died just three years ago.
I am saving up since I plan to move out soon but leaving Mom to live alone would be hard. Thankfully, this moron has no plans on moving out anytime soon and has a job that only stays at home most of the time.
When I felt drowsy after packing the necessary things I needed, I went to bed and slept. I would wake up late tomorrow since I need to be working by night and serving famous asses.
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4:15 pm.
While sitting on my bed, a deep sigh escaped my lips as I stared at the thing inside the small dusty wooden box. I took it out to look at it closely. It's been more than a decade that I have kept it here.
I felt sadness as I remember the time this ring was given to me by a person I thought hated me so much, and I despised her more than anyone during that time I was under her care— Martel Hoover, the strict and most feared woman back at the Hoover-Cole Orphanage.
Looking back at my experience as a kid, I could just laugh at it, but I can't help to feel a bit dreadful towards someone I grew up with before I escaped the place that took me in since my biological mother abandoned me like garbage after I was born.
When the ole Miss Hoover was about to die that night at the hospital, she requested me to be there because she wanted to see me and give me something so important to her. That time, I cried when she told me the reason she was so hard on me. She cares for me and looks forward to what I will become in the future, especially, she sees herself in me. I was the only one who never got scared of her threats, even if she puts me in the darkroom as a punishment for being the most stubborn kid and policy-breaker. Miss Hoover told me that this ring she gave me reminds her of the person she only loved her whole life, and she wanted me to give it someday, too, to the person that I cared so much about. And I have only one person in mind that time—the little girl whom I was ready to take every risk just to keep her safe and happy, the little girl who was the reason I am not afraid of being in the darkroom whenever I break a rule, the little girl whom I wanted to give this precious thing to on my thirteenth birthday, the little girl who promised me to come and meet me that day. This little girl, who I called my best friend, broke my heart and became the reason I lost track of my life at a young age. That particular little girl has turned into the woman I loathe in the present time—Danielle Rory. How did she even make that name? She was Greene, and I was and still am Blue.
I stood up from the bed after putting the thing on my right ring finger, and I kept the box in its hiding place.
"Are you ready, Blue? Let's go! You will be late!" I heard Krystal call out from downstairs, and I yelled, "Yep! I'm coming down now!"
I looked at myself in my navy blue uniform in the mirror one last time before heading out of the room with my luggage.
Now, I am ready.
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"Hey, good luck on your flight. Don't forget to have fun, alright?" My sister cheerily told me after she had parked in the airport's parking space, and I turned to look at her. This girl has always been the one that drives me whenever I head here for my job.
"Yep. Thanks. You, too, Krys. Also, tell Mom that I would be calling if we land there." I replied and opened the car door to step out, and she went out, too, to help me with my baggage.
When a sudden feeling of pity rushed into my system when I saw how my five years younger sister brought my things, as she always does, until we got inside the building, I have decided to do her the favor she's been dying to ask me. And no, I wouldn't be doing it myself; I mean, asking for the superstar to sign it. I have Celestine with two pilots as the crew for that flight, and I could just tell one of them to ask the blondie to sign it. That would be as easy as a piece of cake. But I would have a problem if Krystal didn't bring that notebook with her.
"Hey, Krys!" I called her out, making her stop in her tracks, and looked back at me, asking, "What is it?"
"I'll do it," I told her, yet she seemed puzzled about my concern.
"Do what?" She asked with her eyebrows meeting each other in confusion.
"I'll ask the woman to sign your notebook. Are you happy now?" I answered, trying to make her feel ecstatic, and I saw her face lightened up.
"Oh, I know you will! Damn it! I knew it! Thanks a lot, Blue. You really are the best sister in the world." She rejoiced, almost jumping on her toes as she hugged me tightly, and I just chuckled at her reaction.
"Oh, yeah? Now, where is your notebook? I can't do it if you have left it at home." I asked her, and she smirked and went to pat my baggage.
"It's already here. I slipped it inside this morning when you went to take a shower. I just knew that you would be doing it because I know you love me enough to take a risk in doing a thing you dreaded the most." She affirmed with overconfidence overflowing, and I just shook my head lightly in disbelief. What a damn shrewd creature.
"Well, if that's the case... Then fifty percent, you moron! One year." I asserted, and she just laughed her ass out so loud and stuck her tongue out at me. Idiot.
I showed her a duh look on my face, and we continued walking while she was still wheezing.
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"KB Wolfe! Hi, girl! It's been months! Thank you so much for heeding my request!" The famous handsome James cheerfully greeted me when he stepped inside his private jet and went to hug me. He really is so nice. Well, I haven't even welcomed him. It should be my job.
"Yes, of course! A deal is a deal, James. Thank you, too, for endorsing me. Welcome, and I hope you will enjoy your flight with us!" I replied with a broad bright smile, and he giggled.
Celestine also greeted him and the two pilots, and he proceeded to head to the seat on the left side of the luxurious aircraft.
Two more celebrities went up and sat down with James, and I couldn't help but feel anxious when I could now hear the voice of the person who has been running in my head since last night.
The boyfriend walked in first, and I tried my best to greet him with politeness. Then I had confirmed that he really was a jerk when he didn't even acknowledge my presence and my colleagues.
When Danielle Rory finally stepped in with all her glory, I think my world just stopped moving. Right at this moment is the closest distance I have ever had been from her after fifteen years. I don't know if she could recognize me, but I quite know she doesn't, or even if she does, maybe she won't show it.
My blue eyes met her green ones, and I saw an unfamiliar person behind them standing before me. She is not that same little girl I used to know. She doesn't seem to show any signs that she might have remembered me, but maybe she is good at hiding it. Well, she's an actress, so yeah, it's not hard for her to do it.
I was brought back to my senses when I felt Celestine nudged me. She must have noticed me zoning out and not greeting the newcomer.
I just put on a stone face and turned my back on the woman without saying anything, and I headed to do something else at the crews' quarter.
I will not pretend that I don't hate her because I am not a damn liar like her.