Tamed by the Rugged Gentleman

"Dina your schedule changed because your going to be the main model for this event..." My assistant with a staright face countinued talking about my schedule for tomorrow. I looked at her for a second then looked in front where I can see my reflection is the mirror. "Alright," I answered her and not saying anything else because nothing will change anyway. Right now, my face is being fixed for my photoshoot for a famous magazine. I'm being sorrounded by the buzzling staff who always looks like they are running out of time but always ends up making me look perfect in front of the camera. Aside from my assistant, two other people are asking for my opinion with my makeup. The voices I hear started to fade and my vision started to blur as the time continued moving. My body moved as if it already knows what to do, like a robot who has been programmed for its job. I smile when there are cameras pointed at me. I pose when they tell me to and act the character given to me like any actress would do. Ten long years as a model and actress, this has been my life. At the age of fifteen years old, I was a famous young actress and child model in Hollywood. At first, it gave me the satisfaction as my mother always wanted this life for me. Money started flowing our way as I never run out of job. Acting and modelling became my stable job at a young age. But at the age of eighteen years old, everything in my life crumbled as my only family, my mother killed herself. It was when I went to our home after a two days photoshoot. I found my mother's body lying cold on the floor. Beside her is an empty bottle of sleeping pills, looking at her lifeless body numbed me. I remembered that I silently sat beside her body while continued looking at her. I felt different emotions, anger, sadness, fear and other emotions that I can't seem to name at that time. I thought that I would shed liters of tears but there's not even a single drop of tear as I look at my mother. Why did she kill herself? Why did she have to do this? Was she not happy? I tried thinking for any reason as to why my mother had to resort in killing herself when she had me. I always thought that she was happy with me and with what I was able to achieve at a young age but I guess I was wrong. And then again, it was only me who tought that we are family. Now, I only have my money and fame. "We're done for today," Alicia, my assistant said. I didn't noticed how time flew so fast, my assistant started to follow me as I started to walk to the direction of my privite room. I guess this was my second photoshoot for the day after I officially signed a contract earlier for a new ad. "Are you okay? You seem tired," Alicia said that made me looked at her. Instead of answering her I just flashed her a smile to make it seem like I'm alright when the truth is I don't really know what i feel. There is this emptiness inside me that I can't explain. "Take a rest and have a good night sleep when you go home," Alicia said again which surprised me because it was my first time hearing this from her. She has been my assistant for 2 years, of course, she is a perfect assistant with my hectic schedule, she was able to help me from everything but aside from providing an assistance to me she never talked to me this way. She was never concerned with what I feel which really surprised me. "I will," I answered her as she fixed my things while I took my casual clothes for me to change into since I am still wearing one of the outfits. It only took me a couple of minutes to undress and wash my face. I sighed as I stopped washing my face, I looked in the mirror and saw tired looking face. Of course, my face probably don't look tired because my team made sure that I get the highest care, especially with ny face. But right now, I just don't see myself physically, I see a woman is lost, tired and depressed. Both of my hands are touching the surface of the sink. I heard the continuous flow of water from the faucet as I looked at myself. "Lets end this misery."