Revealing Fate Twist

Time to Flee

Bianca's POV:

"How's our schedule looking?" I asked, sinking into my soft bed in my bathrobe. The day had just started but I already felt I needed a long nap.

"Well, we have a shoot for the ICON cover page by 9, a wardrobe makeover by noon, an interview session with the film station and reporters by 2 which would last till 5 pm, rehearsals for

New York Fashion Week show by 7 pm and this would last till maybe 10 pm before we head back home," replied my assistant.

I touched a hand to my forehead and soothed it. "Oh, my days! All of these for today?"

Grinning, the assistant replied, "Yes, ma'am. Compared to other days, this is a free day and you have time in between to eat as well."

"Yeah, I know. You would think I would be used to all these by now but the reverse is the case. I just want to lay in my bed all day, Nola. Can't I?"I slowly pulled the blanket to cover my body.

"No, of course not. Not only can you not stay on the bed, but you also cannot eat before you shoot for the ICON cover page to avoid any bloating and protruding belly."Pulling off the blanket gently, Nola teased.

"I don't have a protruding belly!"I fired back at her.

She laughed. "I know. I know. Don't take it personally. You get my point though. You can't eat. Now, get up, and let's get you dressed."

Grudgingly, I stood up and replied, "Yes, ma'am, "teasing Nola.

Nola had been my assistant for quite some time now. Four years? Five years? I couldn't remember. But, we'd been on for quite some time and she had become so dear to me. She'd become a sister and had access to my house and personal bedroom.

I got up and had a warm bath while Nola sorted out my dress from the wardrobe

. When I got out of the bathroom, my mouth was wide open in awe. I hadn't followed the making of the dress since I went for measurements. I'd had to attend to other things and left the dress to Nola. This dress lying flat on my bed was nothing less than perfection. I carefully caressed the dress gently, not wanting to crumple the whole sewing.

"Nola, you outdid yourself!"I told her.

"Thank you so much. It wasn't really hard having known your taste and likes over the years."

"Thanks, darling. Pack it in the bag along with the shoes while I get something casual to wear to the shoot, "I instructed as I went to my closet and picked the most casual wear I could find —an oversized shirt and baggy shorts. I packed my hair up in a rough bun and we both left the house for the shoot.

Stepping out, we were greeted by blinding lights and several microphones. My movement had somehow been leaked to the public and led the press here. How? I didn't know. That was the thing with a celebrity life. You never knew. The reason why you could not be careful enough.

I answered a few questions, took some poses, and got into the car with Nola shielding as best as she could.

"Phew!"We both sighed as we slumped on our seats.

"It never gets easier, does it?"I asked, fastening my seatbelt.

Nola rolled her eyes in a 'you should know that by now' manner and replied, "Nope. Never."

We started our journey down to the venue of the shoot, enjoying to the fullest the little peace and alone time we got in the car before a day's worth of relating with others, headaches, unending poses and questions, blinding lights, camera, and action. Thirty minutes later, we were at our shoot's venue. As usual, the press was there but I could maneuver easily, all thanks to the security on the grounds.

We wasted no time with many pleasantries as we were far behind schedule. Cameras were already rolling to record behind the scenes and Nola was fully into personal assistant mode. It was always a delight seeing her blend being a friend and a sister to me being my assistant. Not many could keep that efficiency with the level of closeness we had.

My makeup was done quickly and the shoot began. The shoot involved different concepts so we had to change the background, dress, hairstyles, and even makeup at intervals. All on an empty stomach.

Three hours later, we were done and were on our way to the TV center for the interview. I was going through some materials when I caught sight of a car. For some reason unknown to me, I felt uneasy with it. I didn't let Nola know because it sounded silly. I mean, we were on the road and cars were everywhere. She would probably just brush me off as being paranoid but I

Couldn't shake that uneasy feeling.

"Are you alright, Bianca?" Nola asked, jolting me back to my senses, presumably having guessed my shakiness.

"Yes, I am. I guess I am just… tired. Do you know any hotels close to the TV station?"I asked her. "I'd like to have a bath."

"Yes, I do. I'll order another dress immediately. Luckily, I brought your bath essentials along so we wouldn't have to order that."

"You did? Aww. Thank you so much."I pulled her into a hug. "What would I have done without you?"

"Everything, young lady", she teased.

Following her humor, I replied, "Everything like what?"

"Like… finishing two plates of food before a morning shoot for a start."

"Ohhhhh, yeah!"I said in between belly-aching laughs. "That I can do!"

Our banter continued till we got to the hotel. A room had already been booked on our way. So, we headed straight up. I took a bath and urged Nola to do the same.

"It will help you feel refreshed", I coerced.

Nola had ordered a nude-coloured gown with beige touches. It was beautiful. I ordered another for her before she came out in gratitude. She deserved it anyway.

I left her to do her thing while I got busy with my face. The plan was to do something light and pretty for the interview. I couldn't imagine going for the interview all sweaty and in heavy makeup. That would be the day!

As always, behind time, we ran to the car.

"What is that?" Nola asked as she watched color disappear from my face, staring at a paper I found by the door.

The paper looked plain and feeble but was unknown to her, dark in its purpose. It had one description: 'We are coming for you.' It was also marked with blood.

We? Who is 'we'? What is 'we'? What does this even mean? Several questions were rolling through my head and causing my head to start to pound. I could not remember getting into a fight with anyone or even having a word battle with anyone. So, where was this from?

"Bianca, what's wrong?"Nola's voice intruded my thoughts but I couldn't respond. "Bianca? Don't scare me. Bianca!"

The voice sounded familiar but I couldn't make do with what was happening. I had a panic attack and slumped. The next thing I saw was some people in white camisoles. That wasn't the interview, was it? I thought. I felt numb and weak and soon gave in to exhaustion.