Date: 07/04/2018 — Day: Saturday — Time: 08:27 AM
A Japanese TV screen shows a morning news broadcast, the colors calm, the background decorated with images of Tokyo's skyline. The Japanese anchor, with a professional smile, begins:
> 「2018年秋冬ファッションショーの大成功を受け,著名なスターたちが日本を離れる準備を進めています.その中には,ベラ・ルクレールさんとエミリー・フォンテーヌさんも含まれており,二人は東京での1か月にわたる精力的な活動と際立った成果を終え,本日フランスへ帰国する予定です.」
"Following the huge success of the 2018 Autumn/Winter fashion shows, some prominent stars are preparing to leave Japan. Among them are Miss Bella Leclair and Lady Amélie Fontaine, who have completed a full month of intense activity and remarkable achievements here in Tokyo. They are scheduled to return to France today."
A quick switch to another channel, the anchor with a more enthusiastic tone:
> 「本日朝,東京・羽田空港（HND）で異例の光景が見られています.大勢のファンが二人の女性を出迎えるため集まり,前例のない厳重な警備体制が敷かれています.」
"This morning in Tokyo, at Haneda Airport (Tokyo Haneda Airport – HND), an extraordinary scene is unfolding. Huge crowds have gathered to welcome the two women, with unprecedented security measures in place."
Another shot, a different screen, the anchor reads over live images from the airport:
> 「東京・羽田空港（HND）周辺には,80万人以上のファンが集結.そのほとんどは,先月注目を集めたベラさんの特別な登場を待っています.」
"Over 800,000 fans have gathered around Haneda Airport (Tokyo Haneda Airport – HND), most waiting for a special appearance by Miss Bella, who captured attention last month."
Channel four, the anchor raises her eyebrows with a mix of surprise and excitement:
> 「観客の押し合いはまるで狂った競争のよう.多くの人が,遠くからの一枚の写真や窓越しの一瞬を求めて最前列を目指しています.さて,ここで空港内にいる森記者に中継をつなぎます.」
"The crowd's push is like a frenzied race. Many are trying to get to the front just for a distant photo or a glimpse through a window. Now, let's go live to reporter Mori, who is inside the airport."
The screen splits: on the right, the anchor in the studio; on the left, reporter Mori amidst a noisy crowd, screams and handheld cameras blaring in the background.
Anchor:
> 「おはようございます,森記者.」
"Good morning, Mori."
Mori, smiling lightly amid the chaos:
> 「おはようございます,ヒカムリさん.はい,私は今,空港の中心にいます.ご覧の通り,現場は文字通り熱気に包まれています…ファンの歓声は止まらず,すべてのスマホカメラがその瞬間を待っています.」
"Good morning, Hikamuri. Yes, I'm at the heart of the airport right now. As you can see, it's literally buzzing… the fans' cheers are nonstop, and every smartphone camera is waiting for the moment."
Anchor:
> 「二人を乗せた車は,いつ到着する予定ですか?」
"When is the car carrying the two expected to arrive?"
Mori, looking toward a side gate where the crowd is on tiptoe:
> 「あと少し…到着すれば,まるで観衆が爆発するかのような光景が広がります.」
"Just a little… once they arrive, it will be like the crowd is going to erupt."
The anchor chuckles lightly:
> 「では,森記者,あまり引き止めずに.生中継ありがとうございました.この混乱の中,どうかご無事で.」
"Alright, Mori, we won't keep you any longer. Thank you for the live coverage, and stay safe amidst this chaos."
Mori nods, the connection ends, and the screen closes on a crowded airport, the tension rising gradually…
•••
A drone camera flies high above Haneda Airport (Tokyo Haneda Airport – HND).
Over 800,000 fans fill the grounds, some holding massive signs, others lifting their phones trying to capture any moment. Screams and cheers, camera flashes lighting up like tiny stars in the night.
The shot shifts smoothly to a row of luxury black cars on the airport road, one wider, more luxurious, standing out as the centerpiece. The crowd's faces are not visible yet; all focus is on the cars' metallic shine and reflected light.
Inside the car, it is relatively quiet compared to the chaos outside. Bella sits in the back seat, straight-backed, eyes hidden behind black sunglasses, a black mask beside her. Her elegant black bag rests on the seat, one hand on her thigh, the other near the closed window, her black high-heeled shoes gleaming under the dim sunlight filtering through.
Amélie sits across, comfortably, her features partially hidden. Her outfit is detailed: short light green blouse, loose pale blue shirt, tight white pants, black sneakers. A black baseball cap, sunglasses, a small patterned shoulder bag, and a shiny digital watch complete her look. A black mask lies beside her, complementing the simple gold accessories.
The car moves slowly down the road, the light reflections on the glass creating an aura of luxury and mystery. Bella and Amélie remain still, no words, just calm exchanged glances.
The camera gradually pulls back, showing a wide view of the crowded airport while retreating inside to capture the private moments within the car, revealing a calm, human side of the two characters amid the noise and tight security lines.
---
The luxury black car slowly stops at the entrance of Haneda Airport.
At the first brake vibration, photographers' flashes go off like bullets. Journalists' voices rise:
"It's the car! The car has arrived!"
"Get ready! Get ready!"
The camera cuts inside - Bella and Amélie wear black masks, both surrounded by tense calm. Bella leans slightly toward Amélie, whispering softly:
"Amélie… are you ready?"
Amélie, behind black sunglasses, answers lightly and calmly:
"Yes."
The camera cuts outside - a Japanese guard carefully opens the rear car door.
Amélie is the first to step out: she pauses for a few seconds, lifts her hand to push her short hair back quickly, then starts walking confidently. Four guards surround her, clearing the path through the crowd, while a Japanese guide points her toward the glass gate.
Photographers cheer, flashes firing from every angle. One journalist speaks excitedly to his camera:
"Here is Lady Amélie Fontaine! Yes, she's stepping out… looking elegant even in practical attire… the airport shakes with the crowd's screams!"
Multiple quick shots from different angles - cameras shake under pressure, security voices rise in Japanese:
"Back! Back!"
Amélie remains calm, her gaze steady behind the sunglasses, her steps deliberate, accompanied by the human storm around her.
As the cameras continue following Amélie, suddenly the pace changes.
The same black car remains open, and everyone knows who will exit next.
Photographers push further forward, journalists' voices rising hysterically:
"Bella! Bella! Heeere!"
"Look at us! Just one smile!"
The guard closest to the door takes a deep breath, then leans slightly, opening the right rear door.
At that moment, the flashbulbs explode wildly, nearly blinding the cameras.
Bella steps out of the car with calm but confident steps.
She wears her black sunglasses and black mask; her features are hidden, but her presence alone ignites the place.
Her classic black bag dangles from her left hand while she raises her right hand briefly to adjust hair strands on her shoulder.
The crowd screams in unison, a human wave almost crashing against the metal barriers:
"Beeeelllaaa!"
The Japanese reporter covering the event live raises his voice excitedly:
"It's Bella Leclair! Yes, here she is now! The place is literally on fire, thousands trying to get closer, the guards barely managing!"
Five guards immediately surround her, one raising his arm to stop a fan trying to push forward dangerously, while another Japanese guide signals her to move inside quickly.
Bella glances briefly, tilting her head slightly as a silent nod to the fans behind the barriers-a tiny gesture, yet enough to ignite louder screams.
She regains her steady pace, walking in sync with the security team, catching up to Amélie who has moved slightly ahead, while cameras capture every second as if it were a historic scene.
Once Bella and Amélie pass through the large glass gate, the scene shifts.
The external sound of the crowd gradually fades behind insulating walls, remaining as a distant hum, as if the whole city is screaming behind them.
Inside is different: a spacious lobby, glossy floors reflecting cold white lights, giant screens displaying departure and arrival flights, and the air scented with coffee from a nearby café.
But the relative calm quickly shatters…
Dozens of local and international journalists are already waiting inside the airport. Cameras raised, microphones ready, voices overlapping in different languages:
"Miss Leclair, how do you feel about leaving Tokyo?"
"Bella! One smile, please!"
"Amélie, any comments for your fans in Japan?"
Flashes ignite again, this time up close, as if they face a wall of light.
The guards form a semi-circle around Bella and Amélie, pushing lightly but firmly, opening a narrow path toward the VIP reception area.
The Japanese guide waves his hand, repeating:
"This way, please… this way!"
Amélie continues walking with steady steps, adjusting her sunglasses, staying on a straight line, barely glancing around.
Bella, with a measured lightness, slows for just a second, turns her head toward a row of fans who managed to sneak inside, then raises her small hand briefly-a quick salute, but loaded with symbolism.
Fans' screams suddenly surge, the atmosphere turning into organized chaos; the guards quicken their pace, while the Japanese reporter comments live:
"It's like a beehive in here, fans and press in every corner, but the tight security allows the stars to move safely… incredible scene, I haven't seen anything like this in years!"
The camera follows their steps until they reach the private elevator leading to the upper floor VIP Lounge.
The metal door closes slowly behind them, drawing the scene curtain, leaving a storm-like clamor outside and heavy silence inside the elevator.
---
The elevator opens slowly…
Wide shot: a luxurious lounge lit with warm colors, polished wooden floors, comfortable leather sofas arranged elegantly, walls adorned with modern Japanese artwork.
Soft Lo-fi Jazz music fills the space, fully separating it from the terrifying noise outside.
Waiters in elegant dark suits move quietly, serving coffee, tea, and fresh juices.
The guards enter first, checking the path, followed by Amélie and Bella.
The Japanese guide bows slightly, speaking in calm English:
"Welcome, Miss Leclair, Miss Fontaine. Everything is prepared for you."
Amélie nods lightly, responding with a small smile:
"Thank you, we appreciate the effort."
Bella, removing her sunglasses and mask, slowly sits on the sofa, speaking in a low voice with a hint of humor:
"Finally… oxygen."
A small chuckle from one of the accompanying guards, but Amélie raises her hand as if she's the real director, turning to the team:
"We'll need about fifteen minutes here before boarding. Please make sure the luggage is already cleared."
A security staff member replies seriously:
"Yes, ma'am. Your luggage has already been checked and transferred to the aircraft."
Amélie leans slightly forward, giving a practical look and adds:
"Good. And keep the crowd under control. Bella needs peace before the flight."
Bella raises an eyebrow at Amélie with a sidelong smile, leaning forward teasingly:
"Excuse meee, am I a toddler or what?"
Amélie almost ignores her, taking a cup of green tea from the waiter, pulling down her mask and raising her sunglasses over her hair, replying coolly:
"Sometimes… yes."
A small collective laugh from the staff, while Bella opens her palm dramatically and says in French:
"Mon dieu… the betrayal."
A Japanese staff member approaches shyly, bowing again and saying in broken English:
"Miss Bella… many fans outside, they wait long time… maybe you wave again before boarding?"
Bella looks at him, then to Amélie as if seeking her opinion.
Amélie shrugs nonchalantly:
"Your call. But don't take too long."
Bella laughs lightly, placing her cup on the table and replies:
"I'll think about it. For now, I just want coffee and five minutes of silence."
The camera moves slowly: Bella leans back on the sofa, gazing through the wide glass where planes are lined up under the morning sun, while the commotion remains far away, as if in another world.
A luxurious calm settles in the space.
Bella lifts her coffee cup quietly, while Amélie scrolls through her phone checking notifications.
The guards stand in an organized formation, silent, like a human wall.
The glass doors of the lounge swing open suddenly.
A stylish man in his fifties enters, wearing a dark formal suit and a red tie, with an ID badge bearing the airport logo on his chest. He walks quickly, smiling politely as he bows slightly:
"Good morning, Miss Leclair, Miss Fontaine. I am the operations director of Haneda Airport. On behalf of our staff, welcome and thank you for visiting Japan."
Bella sets down her cup, tilting her head with a polite smile:
"The pleasure was mine. Tokyo has been… unforgettable as always."
But before he can continue, a young Japanese man in his twenties appears behind him, holding a professional camera, looking extremely nervous.
The director turns angrily, whispering to the security team:
"He's with the press-he wasn't supposed to-"
Amélie intervenes quickly, raising her hand to calm the situation and says firmly yet calmly:
"It's fine. Just one picture."
The young journalist nearly collapses from the tension, gripping his camera with a shaking hand:
"M-miss Bella… Lady Amélie… just one photo, please."
Bella smiles lightly, glancing at Amélie as if asking permission. Amélie responds with a short laugh:
"Go ahead. But make it quick. And flattering."
The camera clicks once: Bella sitting elegantly on the sofa, flashing a peace sign with a happy smile, Amélie beside her in sunglasses with a subtle smile, and the city visible behind them through the glass.
The journalist bows deeply, his voice hoarse from emotion:
"Thank you… this will mean the world."
The guards gently escort him outside, and calm returns once more.
Bella looks at Amélie and laughs softly:
"Girl, I swear… you're scarier than the bodyguards."
Amélie shrugs nonchalantly, sipping her tea and replies:
"That's why you keep me around."
•••
Cameras tremble slightly atop tripods, long lenses aimed at the private gate of Haneda Airport.
One photographer whispers to his colleague:
"Get ready, they're coming out."
The door opens.
First, a group of airport staff exits, moving quickly as if laying out a path.
Then Bella appears, walking with steady steps, completely alone. Her elegant bag swings lightly in her hand, her long black hair moving with the breeze.
Photographers snap dozens of consecutive shots-click click click click.
After a few steps, Bella suddenly stops. She turns her head and notices that Amélie, the Japanese guide, and some team members are still behind her.
A moment of silence. The lenses focus tighter.
Bella lifts her head and looks directly toward the photographers behind the security barrier.
Suddenly… she raises her hands dramatically as if performing on stage.
Then she begins light, playful movements:
She lifts her arm like a cartoon model, waves as if on a tiny stage, even leans lightly to one side as if falling gracefully.
The photographers erupt in a frenzy:
"She's doing it again, capture this! Fast!"
"Oh my god, she's actually playing with us."
The shutters don't stop: click-click-click-click-click.
Every shot captures a fleeting smile behind the black mask, every gesture light and spontaneous. It's clear she's laughing and enjoying herself-even if her face is hidden, her body tells the story.
Meanwhile, Amélie appears from behind, her sunglasses reflecting the sunlight, a light breeze blowing constantly. Her steps quicken as if trying to catch up. Behind her, the guide and other airport staff follow.
Bella immediately turns, stops the playful gestures, and returns to her usual posture.
Amélie reaches her, steps close as if whispering something, while the guide signals them toward the plane.
From behind the lenses, the scene looks like a painting: the two stars walk together toward the private jet, surrounded by their team, exchanging brief words and soft laughs, but…
The photographers hear nothing. They only have the images; the rest is left to imagination.
They exchange quick words with the people accompanying them, smiles behind masks, a quick handshake, and traditional Japanese bows from some staff.
Everything is quietly documented, as if for a documentary film.
The crucial moment: Bella starts climbing the stairs first. Her steps are fast, almost rushed, her bag swinging at her side as if not wanting to waste a second.
Amélie follows, her steps calmer, organized, ascending with composure.
The lenses capture the contrast: one in a hurry, the other steady.
When Bella reaches the airplane door, she suddenly stops. She turns.
She first looks at Amélie approaching, then faces the photographers. She raises her hand and waves at them with childlike enthusiasm.
click-click-click-click.
The photos pour in, every movement documented.
At that moment, Amélie reaches her. She lightly takes Bella's elbow and guides her inside gently but firmly.
Bella enters the plane, laughing behind her mask, shoulders shaking lightly.
Amélie, her features hidden behind sunglasses and mask, looks slightly annoyed… yet still composed.
Before disappearing completely, Amélie turns for a final shot. She raises her hand and waves to the photographers formally, then vanishes behind the plane door.
The flight attendant closes the metal door gently, and the scene is captured by the last click-click of the cameras.
Then silence… The plane is closed, and the photographers keep only what they captured.
---
Drone aerial shot: the private jet stands on the Haneda tarmac, engines starting with a low rumble.
Photographers remain in place, taking last shots, their lenses following every movement.
The camera shifts to a distant angle, showing the entire plane beginning to move slowly down the runway.
The sounds fade, replaced by a Japanese news anchor's voice:
> Anchor (formal and calm):
"Here is the private jet carrying Miss Bella Leclair and Miss Amélie Fontaine, departing Haneda Airport bound for France.
After a full month in Japan, between successful fashion shows and intensive press conferences, it is time to return."
The camera moves to a close-up: the wheels lift off the ground, the plane gradually ascending into the sky.
The lenses follow until it disappears into the clouds.
> Anchor (continuing):
"The crowds that gathered this morning to see the stars off are still waving behind the security barriers, a scene showing the overwhelming popularity they enjoy, especially Miss Bella, who has become a public icon in a short time."
Final shot: the plane becomes a small white dot against the blue sky.
Cameras stop, journalists lower their equipment.
Anchor's last words:
> Anchor:
"And thus, the chapter in Japan closes, ushering in a new stage of their global journey."
The scene fades to the silence of the sky.
•••
Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport (CDG) – Roissy
The clock shows 3:45 PM Paris time.
The sky is partly clear, sunlight reflecting off the glass façades of the airport.
Wide shot (drone/high camera):
Waves of people gather behind security barriers. Cameras flash constantly, and phones are held high to record every moment. Security guards coordinate movement carefully, preventing any attempts to push forward, while press teams and journalists move through the aisles to secure the best angles.
Close-up (press photographer's camera):
Luxury black cars enter the airport, waiting for the arrival of the characters they will transport after disembarking from the plane. The sunlight glints off their polished surfaces. The sound of planes hums in the background, while a French announcer's voice can be heard over the radio, following the event as journalists try to translate the scene.
Minutes after the plane lands, its doors open quietly. First to appear on the plane stairs is Amélie, her steps steady and fluid, lightly brushing back her hair. Bella follows immediately after, her movements light and quick-a blend of elegance and playful charm, a hidden smile behind her mask.
Below, the personal assistance team, security guards, and their private aviation guide welcome them in an organized and friendly manner. Quick greetings are exchanged, nods and raised hands, with quiet conversations that the journalists cannot hear.
Bella and Amélie walk at a calm pace, surrounded by their team, speaking softly between themselves, subtle laughter woven into their conversation. Cameras capture every movement, every glance, every smile, but no words are discernible.
At the end of the walkway, they enter two fully equipped black luxury cars, designed for privacy and protection. Amélie carefully places her bag on the seat, removes her mask, and places her sunglasses atop her hair. Bella, in the other car, smiles playfully after removing her mask, giving a friendly gesture to the drivers, captured perfectly by photographers as the car doors close.
The cars begin moving slowly, accompanied by personal security guards, while journalists capture photos and videos from a safe distance. The overall impression is one of perfect harmony between elegance, protocol, and subtle behind-the-scenes playfulness, giving the event the feel of a hybrid between reality and a documentary film.
The two luxury black cars slowly exit the airport driveway onto the main street, where large crowds of fans, journalists, and photographers gather behind security barriers. Cheers rise, phones and cameras are raised, lights flashing nonstop-an atmosphere resembling a mix between an official reception and a global celebrity event.
Photographers struggle to capture images inside the cars, but tinted windows and privacy measures limit visibility. Every movement, every smile behind the glass, every gesture is captured as best as possible, though the finer details remain hidden.
Bella sits in the lead car, her eyes hidden behind black sunglasses, occasionally giving subtle waves to photographers with a playful smile, breaking the moment's seriousness. Amélie, in the second car, watches the road carefully, adjusting her bag and posture, more serious but attempting subtle smiles toward the crowd.
Personal guards flank the cars, maintaining a safe distance between fans and vehicles. The sounds of shouting, clapping, and constant camera flashes add a documentary-like layer to the scene, creating a live cinematic depiction of fame, elegance, and public attention.
The cars continue slowly, every brake, turn, and movement documented, maintaining a clear separation between the public and the celebrities, with a perfect balance between security and minimal fan interaction.
•••
Elsewhere…
The shot moves to a luxurious living room with a modern smart TV mounted on the wall, displaying live footage from Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport: the crowds, cars, and security measures, as if watching a live documentary.
In a corner of the room, a young woman dressed in a simple yet elegant maid outfit, brown hair tied in a low ponytail, watches the screen with excitement:
"Ah… Miss Bella is arriving now!"
She glances at her colleague, dressed similarly with brown hair tied in a bun, adding enthusiastically:
"Do you think everything is ready to receive her?"
The other maid smiles:
"Yes, everything's prepared."
The two exchange a quick glance and then dash to the kitchen, their excited shouts rising humorously, to inform the head cook that Miss Bella is about to arrive, carefully focusing on every detail to ensure the place is fully ready.
In another dark room, away from the kitchen's commotion, an elegant office equipped with a large screen. A man with neatly styled blond hair and shimmering azure blue eyes sits in the center of the darkness, watching the video documenting Bella's arrival in Paris, every movement and smile, as if the moment belongs solely to him.
He smiles slowly, his eyes sparkling with nostalgia, whispering to himself:
"I've missed her."
He rises quietly from his chair, turns off the screen, and walks toward the door. His presence suggests he's no stranger to the space, as if Bella knows him well and he knows her-each step mixing mystery with familiar comfort.
The camera moves slowly, capturing shadows on the walls, emphasizing the contrast between the lively welcome in the apartment and the man's quiet, mysterious office, while the TV continues playing images of Bella and Amélie, confirming their strong presence reaching every corner of the space.
---
After a long few minutes…
The shot opens on the entrance to the large residence, a luxury building reflecting city lights off its shiny glass. The calm of the night is pierced only by a gentle breeze passing between the high balconies. The heavy door opens slowly, revealing Bella, elegant as always, standing at the hall entrance with a few accompanying figures. Her steps are calm and balanced, her eyes scanning the area with a mixture of wonder, nostalgia, and comfort.
Several familiar staff members stand before her, their smiles genuine, eyes eager to welcome her after her absence. Some hold fresh bouquets of flowers, while others raise phones and cameras to capture the moment-a scene resembling a personal, spontaneous celebration combining warmth and documentation.
One steps forward, offering the flowers to Bella with a friendly voice:
"Welcome back, Miss Bella, we've missed you so much."
Bella smiles, taking the flowers gently, her eyes shining with happiness and gratitude:
"Thank you all… I've always felt this place is my second home thanks to your efforts and kind hearts."
The staff's cameras flash, every smile and gesture recorded, later shared among colleagues, family, and social media-a moment capturing Bella's appreciation and the warmth connecting her to the team.
After a short while, with continued smiles and eye farewells, Bella heads toward the elevator. Her steps are confident, hand brushing the flowers, eyes taking in every detail of the surroundings and faces around her, before entering the elevator with a calm smile and genuine joy, leaving behind the welcoming scene and warmth filling her heart.
---
The elevator doors close quietly behind Bella, the soft thud harmonizing with the flowers in her hand as the elevator moves slowly.
Now, she is alone. Her companions have left-some returned to their own residences, others followed her a few steps to ensure she entered the elevator safely, then vanished behind the doors. Calm settles over the space, bringing everything closer to a private moment, far from lights, cameras, and the pressures of the outside world.
Bella places the flowers beside her on the elevator floor, takes a deep breath, hands clasped over her small bag, her blue eyes reflecting on the shiny metal wall. A small smile forms on her lips-a mix of relief, happiness, and perhaps a touch of fatigue after the long journey.
She leans her head slightly back, listening to the gentle hum of the elevator, feeling time slow for a moment.
"Finally… some peace for myself."
She recalls the day's events: the welcoming moments, laughing with the staff, the photos, all the energy she carried since landing in France. She closes her eyes briefly, fully relaxing, letting another smile slip across her face, a sense of reassurance filling her heart.
After a short while, she opens her eyes again, looking at her reflection, lifting her hands to adjust her bag on her shoulder, and sits slightly on the metal floor, as if trying to absorb every detail around her before returning to the outside world once she exits the elevator.
A close-up on her blue eyes in the reflection shows them glimmering in the dim light, reflecting every feeling of strength, tenderness, and calm she is experiencing.
---
The elevator doors opened quietly, and Bella stepped out with tired but steady steps. She adjusted her shirt collar unconsciously, took a deep breath, then walked down the hallway until she reached the apartment door and pressed the doorbell just once—a short press, as was her habit… no more, no rush.
A second later, the door opened to reveal a young maid with partially tied brown hair, gentle features, and a sincere smile. She straightened immediately.
"Good evening, Madam."
Bella tilted her head slightly in reply, her voice lighter than she felt.
"Good evening."
The maid automatically reached for the bag, and Bella's fingers relaxed as she handed it over, as if it had been heavier than it should be. The maid quietly closed the door behind them.
As they walked through the entryway, Bella's eyes scanned the floor and then the walls, checking that everything remained in its place.
"How are you? Is everything quiet?"
The maid replied, walking a step behind her:
"I'm fine, everything as you like it."
Bella entered the apartment. The lighting was warm, the air clean, the silence… the silence of a home that knows its owner. She let out a long breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.
She headed toward the TV lounge, pausing for half a second before asking without turning:
"Is Amory here?" Then she raised an eyebrow as if she suddenly remembered: "And Shimo?"
The maid smiled lightly:
"Mr. Amory is in his office. As for Shimo…"
She paused for a moment, then added,
"He's wandering around here."
Bella nodded with a small smile.
"Expected as much."
She settled casually onto the couch, letting her shoulders finally drop, stretching her legs slightly, resting her arms on the back, and leaning her head back with closed eyes. She said softly:
"You can continue with your work now."
The maid understood immediately.
"As you wish."
Then she quietly withdrew upstairs.
Bella was left alone…
Seconds of stillness.
Then she felt something warm moving near her feet. She slowly opened her eyes, looked down… and a smile appeared before she spoke.
A small quokka stared up at her, tilting its head slightly, eyes shining as if silently scolding her.
She leaned toward him, extending her hands:
"Shimo…"
She spoke his name in a warmer tone this time. He spun around her excitedly, thumping his tail on the floor. She laughed softly, bent further, stroked his head, then pulled him close and hugged him. She closed her eyes for a moment, as if making up for an entire month.
At that moment, a male voice came from behind, calm yet carrying a smile:
"Clearly, someone… never noticed my absence."
She didn't turn. She pulled Shimo a little closer.
"No, I noticed…"
Then added with casual indifference:
"But priorities are clear."
Amory approached, paused to watch them for a moment, then sat beside her, resting his elbow on his knee. He sighed dramatically:
"A whole month. Travel. Fatigue. Meetings…"
He glanced at Shimo:
"And in the end, I'm second on the list."
She lifted the corner of her mouth in quiet sarcasm.
"File a formal complaint. Maybe I'll review it next week."
He chuckled softly, adjusted his seat, interlaced his fingers as if preparing a speech:
"Madam… may I play a small part in this emotional scene?"
He leaned slightly toward her:
"Just a proper sit beside you. No interruptions."
She finally looked at him, half-drowsy, half-mischievous eyes:
"If you sit quietly."
He sat immediately, relaxing his back, less dramatic than he pretended… more comfortable than he showed. He reached out and lightly touched her shoulder, as if confirming she was really here.
A moment later, Amory leaned back against the couch, one arm draped over it, the other extended to stroke Shimo, who had settled between them like a neutral judge. He glanced at Bella from the corner of his eye, then said after a comfortable silence:
"Tokyo… How was the show?"
Bella adjusted her position slightly, pulled her legs closer, ran her hand over Shimo's head before replying:
"Successful. Tiring, but successful. The organization was precise, and the audience… more engaged than I expected."
Amory nodded slowly, as if recording the information in his mind, then after a second said:
"And the atmosphere?"
She gave a light smile, the kind that hints at fleeting memories:
"Fast. Everything moves there. But beautiful… in its own way."
He rubbed his chin, then glanced briefly at the floor before returning his gaze to her:
"And the profits?"
Bella took a deep breath, as if stepping out of work mode for a moment:
"Excellent. Better than expected. The team worked smartly, and I'm happy with the results."
Amory leaned slightly closer—not intentionally, just naturally:
"That reassures me."
She raised an eyebrow, half-smiling at him:
"You're always reassured… you just like worrying."
He laughed softly, while Shimo took advantage of the movement and jumped into his lap. Amory began running his fingers through his fur:
"The only bad habit I couldn't quit."
A short silence fell. Comfortable, not empty.
Bella rested her head against the couch back, closed her eyes slightly, then opened them and said firmly but calmly:
"I need to take a bath."
He looked at her:
"Now?"
She nodded, rising slowly:
"Yes. If I sit one more minute, I'll fall asleep right here."
She glanced at Shimo, then at Amory, saying without hesitation:
"Promise me."
Amory lifted his head proudly and picked up Shimo easily, as if it were routine:
"Clearly, the position has officially been passed."
She smiled, headed toward the hallway, then paused and looked back:
"Don't let him into the kitchen."
He raised his hand in a small gesture:
"Done."
She disappeared, heading toward the stairs, while Amory remained, looking in the direction she had gone, then down at Shimo in his hands.
"She must have been really tired…"
And Shimo, as usual, didn't care about his commentary.
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The next day…
Time: Early morning
Place: The couple's bedroom in the apartment
Morning light slips gently through the heavy curtains, spreading across the wooden floor and the luxurious furniture.
The room is quiet, everything seeming to whisper the simplicity of everyday life after great noise and triumph.
Bella is still asleep, her head resting softly on the pillow, her hair slightly tousled, her facial features relaxed.
Amory lies behind her, his arm wrapped tenderly around her waist, as if shielding her from anything in the outside world.
Little Shimo, the mischievous quokka, sneaks to the end of the bed, hopping lightly between the blankets. He turns toward Bella as if saying, "Good morning, Queen's property!"
Amory stirs slightly, then lets out a soft, deep, husky laugh. He gently presses her waist to wake her just a little.
"Good morning… is our queen ready to wake up?"
Bella slowly opens her eyes, turns to look at Amory, and smiles with a faint, sleepy voice.
"Good morning… and the answer to your question is no."
Amory smiles and lightly kisses her bare shoulder (she's wearing a sleeveless pajama top that shows the definition of her arms).
"Let's skip the drama today. You really do have to go to work."
Shimo jumps between them in a playful scene, as if everyone is competing for attention.
Bella laughs and gently nudges him.
"Stop jumping, Shimo… and I want to drink my coffee before I'm attacked from both sides."
The entire atmosphere is warm, calm, and natural—showing the human, intimate side of their daily life after all the success and travel.
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POV — Amory
Amory walks behind Bella, his arm loosely wrapped around her waist as they head downstairs, while Shimo hops ahead of them, filling the apartment hallway with movement and tiny bursts of joy. He doesn't pay much attention to the little thief right now—his eyes are fully focused on Bella.
How lucky I am… the woman I love so deeply is now my wife. The beginning was difficult, no doubt. I wished I had been her first husband, but that wasn't meant to be. It doesn't matter anymore—she chose me in the end. A year and a half has passed since I officially became her husband, and I'll stay with her forever. Nothing will ever separate us. Every moment with her, every smile, every laugh, makes my life complete.
He notices her small movement as she brushes her front strands to hair back, the smile that slowly appears on her face. Then she turns her head, looks at him, and smiles in a way that could only be described as angelic, before lowering her gaze forward again. An endless warmth fills Amory's chest.
Despite everything—despite the world and the pressure—no matter what happens, I'll stay right here. Supporting her, loving her, protecting her. Everything else fades compared to this feeling.
He gently kisses the side of her neck, watching her from the corner of his eye, smiling with quiet inner happiness—as if the entire world has paused for a moment, and all that matters is her presence beside him.
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At the same time
Elsewhere…
Soft morning sounds drift through the streets of a beautiful Parisian neighborhood. Sunlight filters between the buildings, reflecting warmly off the house facades. Suddenly, the quiet is broken by a woman shouting, her pale blonde hair tied in a low ponytail, features tender and youthful, eyes sapphire blue, voice firm yet full of love and care:
"Lucien! Be careful, don't be reckless!"
Her voice comes from a simple, charming house, as she stands at the doorway, addressing a young man whose face isn't fully revealed yet. He turns his back, walking lightly away, pale blond hair styled in a playful way that gives him a distinctive charm, his height emphasizing a lean, graceful build.
He responds politely with a soft smile, waving back at the woman:
"Yes, Mom… I'll be careful."
He begins jogging lightly, while his mother watches with a mix of concern and pride.
His features are revealed for the first time: a youthful, handsome young man with pale blond hair, sapphire blue eyes, clear vitality. His athletic, toned body reflects moderate training, and his clothes are elegant-classic yet modern. Everything about him exudes confidence, attractiveness, and life.
He walks along the pathway, sunlight casting warm shadows across his face, enhancing the transition of the moment. Lucien strolls comfortably, his bag swinging over his shoulder. Suddenly, a gentle breeze stirs his pale blond hair. He instinctively closes his eyes for a moment, then slowly opens them.
He lifts his head toward the clear sky; white clouds drift slowly, the sun lighting his face. He smiles-a lively, playful smile with a childish charm, like someone savoring every simple moment.
> A distant voice calls: "Lucien!"
He turns quickly to see a group of friends at the corner of the street, waving enthusiastically. He laughs softly, raises his hand to return the greeting, and runs toward them lightly, youthful energy in every step.
The scene ends with a wide shot of Lucien joining his friends, their laughter blending with the lively sounds of Paris around them.
To be continued…
Alright, hello friends! As you can see, after all the scenes of fame, the media, and so on… some might think I'm exaggerating, but honestly, this is the reality of our lives. Watch what happens with celebrities, and you'll understand for yourselves.
Anyway, as you can see, the second main character in the story, Lucien, has now entered the plot. I see that Chapter Four will mark the beginning of the important events-not completely, of course, but just as a start.
Anyway, see you on Thursday at the same time, 7 PM.