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 Emily 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.
Emily 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 Emily 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 Emily wear black masks, both surrounded by tense calm. Bella leans slightly toward Emily, whispering softly:
> "Emily… are you ready?"
Emily, behind black sunglasses, answers lightly and calmly:
> "Yes."
The camera cuts outside — a Japanese guard carefully opens the rear car door.
Emily 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 Emily 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!"
Emily remains calm, her gaze steady behind the sunglasses, her steps deliberate, accompanied by the human storm around her.
As the cameras continue following Emily, 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 Emily who has moved slightly ahead, while cameras capture every second as if it were a historic scene.
Once Bella and Emily 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 Emily, 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!"
Emily 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 Emily and Bella.
The Japanese guide bows slightly, speaking in calm English:
> "Welcome, Miss Leclair, Miss Fontaine. Everything is prepared for you."
Emily 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 Emily 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."
Emily 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 Emily with a sidelong smile, leaning forward teasingly:
> "Excuse meee, am I a toddler or what?"
Emily 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 Emily as if seeking her opinion.
Emily 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 Emily 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—"
Emily 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 Emily as if asking permission. Emily 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, Emily 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 Emily and laughs softly:
> "Girl, I swear… you're scarier than the bodyguards."
Emily 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 Emily, 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, Emily 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.
Emily 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.
Emily 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 Emily 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, Emily 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.
Emily, her features hidden behind sunglasses and mask, looks slightly annoyed… yet still composed.
Before disappearing completely, Emily 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 doors open slowly, and Bella steps inside.
The luxurious floor gleams beneath her feet, furniture arranged meticulously, warm lighting spreading an air of comfort and tranquility after the airport noise and long flight.
She reaches her apartment door, sets her belongings down, inserts the key, and opens it. She steps inside, carrying her things.
The first to greet Bella is not any of the maids or staff, but Shimo, the small Quokka, bounding toward her excitedly.
> "Shimooo! I missed you so much!"
Her voice is childlike, full of joy, her eyes sparkling like a child finding her favorite toy. She drops her things to the floor, bends slightly, and opens her arms. Shimo jumps straight into her embrace, wrapping around her playfully, as if this is the only moment where all her exhaustion melts away. Her laughter echoes through the apartment, blending with the soft rustle of fur and Shimo's tiny squeaks, each movement creating a comical, heartwarming moment that dissipates all tension.
Then, the previous man appears slowly from the shadows at the end of the stairs.
He tilts his chin slightly, eyes fixed on her with intense azure-blue focus, his voice deep and dramatic:
> "Bella… you never cared about me, even being your husband… you loved Shimo more than me."
Bella pauses for a moment, stroking Shimo, still wrapped around her, her blue eyes glimmering with a mix of surprise, teasing, and warmth.
> "Oh, yes… Shimo comes first, then you."
A childish smile appears on her face. The man sighs exaggeratedly, standing there like an actor on a stage, watching her, heart torn between drama and humor.
Shimo looks at him innocently, then jumps onto Bella's arm again, as if saying:
> "Don't worry, she loves me more than anyone!"
Bella giggles lightly, placing Shimo gently on the floor while the man chuckles quietly, feigning frustration and nostalgia at the same time.
Shimo darts around the apartment like a small child, while she turns toward the man in the shadows. She smiles lightly, speaking in a teasing tone:
> "Come on, Amour… I'm not busy with you anymore."
Amour, with neatly styled blond hair and delicate features, looks for a moment like a stage actor. His deep voice carries a half-mocking tone:
> "Oh… you'll let me come closer now? After all this neglect?"
Bella raises an eyebrow, eyes sparkling:
> "Neglect? Perhaps you're talking about yourself… as for Shimo, he's always first."
Amour smiles, half serious, half grumbling, and steps toward her, opening his arms. Bella laughs softly and leans in to meet him. He hugs her tightly, far larger than her frame, the height difference making the embrace feel warmer, more intimate.
> "Ah… I missed you." Bella whispers, feeling safe in his arms.
Amour smiles mischievously, whispering near her ear:
> "Funny… a girl younger than me can make me feel weak this easily."
Bella lifts her head and giggles lightly:
> "Did you eat well today? Or did you forget?"
"I'm an adult, yet you care for me more than I do myself," he replies, feigning seriousness.
She nudges him gently:
> "Don't forget… Shimo first, and then you come right after."
He pulls her back toward him with a warm smile:
> "That's fine… being second is okay as long as I get this smile."
Bella laughs:
> "Sometimes I feel like you're the biggest child in my life."
"And I love being the big child who makes you laugh," he jokes.
Shimo suddenly jumps at their feet, demanding his share of attention. Bella bursts out laughing while Amour lets out an exaggerated sigh, surrendering to the playful atmosphere.
> "Seems I've lost the battle against this little one."
Bella hugs Shimo gently, then looks at Amour with a smile:
> "But you know… I love you both. Each of you has a place in my heart."
They sit in the spacious living room, the soft lamp light spilling over the polished floor, heavy curtains blocking the day. Amour sits beside her, watching with a mix of seriousness and amusement:
> "Really? Shimo first? I thought I was the most important."
Bella responds while playing with Shimo:
> "Heh… I keep saying he's small and needs attention… I can't resist him."
Amour raises an eyebrow, his tone blending jealousy and humor:
> "Ah… jealousy, yes… I'm an adult, yet you'd rather play with this little creature than look at me!"
Shimo climbs onto Amour's lap, rubbing his tiny hand on his face. Bella laughs loudly:
> "See? Even he wants you."
Amour shakes his head in defeat, then gently places his hand on her shoulder, as if trying to reclaim his place:
> "Alright… seems I've lost the battle. But give me just one minute… to prove I deserve a hug too."
Bella looks at him for a moment, then smiles:
> "Alright… but Shimo stays with us."
He sat beside her, feigning strength, but his smile betrayed his warmth. He hugged her again sideways, while Shimo bounced around them nonstop, turning the entire room into a scene filled with laughter and warmth.
Bella sighed after a moment of silence, relaxing:
> "Japan was crazy as usual… noise and cameras everywhere."
Amour replied sarcastically:
> "As if you were the star of an adventure film. Remember the airport? When you stopped to play for the photographers?"
Bella laughed, eyes sparkling:
> "Ah yes… it was ridiculously fun. Like they were all chasing my picture… but in my heart, I was thrilled, and I was also thinking of Shimo."
Amour placed his hand over his heart, pretending to be hurt:
> "Even with me beside you, I couldn't compete. He stole my heart too."
Bella smiled and leaned her head on his shoulder:
> "You're alike… both of you steal my heart, each in your own way."
He moved closer, gently pressing her hand with his other hand:
> "I'll accept that… but just wait until I return from work, I'll reclaim a little of this stolen heart!"
They laughed together, while Shimo jumped on the couch beside them, as if the scene were complete—warm love, family fun, and a cozy warmth filling the luxurious apartment as if it were a small world meant just for them.
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The next day…
Time: Early morning
Place: The couple's bedroom in the apartment
Morning light filters gently through the heavy curtains, spilling over the wooden floor and luxurious furniture. The room is quiet, as if whispering the simplicity of daily life after all the previous excitement.
Bella is still asleep, her head gently tilted on the pillow, hair slightly tousled, face relaxed.
Amour lies behind her, arm wrapped around her waist tenderly, as if protecting her from everything in the outside world.
Shimo, the mischievous little Quokka, sneaks to the foot of the bed, hopping gently among the blankets, looking at Bella as if saying:
> "Good morning, your majesty!"
Amour stirs slightly, then chuckles softly in his deep hoarse voice, gently pressing her waist to rouse her a little:
> "Good morning… is our little queen ready to wake up?"
Bella opens her eyes slowly, looks at Amour, and smiles with a soft, husky voice:
> "Good morning… you're so warm, my prince of sleep."
Amour smiles, gently kissing her bare shoulder (she's wearing a sleeveless pajama 🙂):
> "I suppose it's my duty now to guard the queen until she rises… and also to prevent this little thief, Shimo, from stealing the blanket."
Shimo jumps between them in a comical scene, as if everyone is in a small race for attention.
Bella laughs and gently pushes him:
> "Stop competing… I want to drink my coffee before I get a double attack."
The atmosphere is warm, calm, and natural, representing the intimate, human side of their daily life after all the successes and travels.
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POV – Amour
Amour stands behind Bella, his arm lightly around her waist, while Shimo jumps in front of them, filling the apartment corridor with movement and little laughs. Yet his attention is no longer on the little thief… his eyes are fully focused on Bella.
"How lucky I am… this woman I love more than anything in the world is my wife. There was a rough start, and I wished I had been her first husband, but fate didn't allow it. It doesn't matter now, because she chose me in the end… and she's mine. A year and a half has passed since I officially became her husband, and I will stay with her forever. Nothing will ever separate us. Every moment with her, every smile, every laugh, completes my life."
He notices her small movement as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, her smile spreading across her face. She raises her head to look at him from below, smiling angelically, then lowers her gaze forward. Amour feels unlimited warmth filling his chest.
"No matter what happens, despite the world and pressures, I will remain here… supporting her, loving her, protecting her. Everything else pales in comparison. She is mine, and I am hers, and no one can separate us."
He kisses the side of her neck gently, watching her from the corner of his eye, smiling quietly to himself, as if the entire world has paused, 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.