The jet pulled into the airport. Media had no idea of their arrival. Or so they hoped. Victor reclined in a chair away from Maria-Rachel Harthen. She pulled her large floppy sunhat on, tying it under her chin with a silk ribbon. It tilted to hide her face. She wore a white sundress. White flats were on her feet. Huge sunglasses covered a great part of her face so if the hat failed.
She stands quickly. Victor looks up as she glides to the door. Her agent was busy trying to get her things together. He regarded her straight back that showed her breeding. He came from the middle class. This female had come from great breeding. The breeding of the extremely rich.
Her hair was hanging in ringlets. Her agent had been doing it that way for a while now. It wasn't her choice. The black on her back showed though her hair that now touched the base of her back in the ringlets. She had grown it out for the movie. It had been long when they found her, but they wanted longer. She didn't allow them to put extensions on her.
She came from an agency. The director had been trying to find a female that fit as close to the part as he could. Calling in favors. In the end he saw a picture of her on a billboard over the agency and called for her. She came alright. Cold as a winter storm.
Beautiful as can be in a white sweat suit. Her hair had been up in a ponytail and she had no make up on. She looked rushed. The director had to negotiate for days. Why her? She looked better than they had described in the script. She acted the way the character should without knowing of the character.
She's a mystery. A beautiful mystery. Victor Valentine, the renowned actor of his age, loved beautiful women. He loved the mysterious ones more. She was a walking spot light to him. Where had she come from?
Only she knew. Maria-Rachel was his new focus. He wanted her. Victor Valentine gets what he wants.
She opens the door after the plane stops. Out the doors before anyone can move. Her hand holding the hat to her head and the skirt of her dress billowing around those perfect, milky pale legs.
She strode right past the frenzied media without a care. Brushing them off as she slipped into the waiting SUV with police around it. Victor watched as she got in and left. Leaving her things and her agent. The agent looked flushed as she saw the retreating SUV.
"I had hoped she would wait," the agent says with a sigh. "I guess I'm to meet her at the hotel."
She went down the stairs to a waiting taxi. Victor frowns as he watches. He had his agent with him when ever media was involved. Brushing her agent off like that was odd. Her agent was always at her side.
Maria-Rachel just kept drawing him deeper. Maybe this town was the break he needed to get to her.
Maria-Rachel sat in the SUV calmly with her purse set in her lap. The officers on either side of her were checking her out. The officer at the wheel was trying not to look at her too. The only one looking at her is the man with graying brown hair and glasses. He is smiling at her.
"Welcome home, Maria," he says happily with a bright smile.
"It's good to be back, Jim," she says with a smile back while pulling her glasses off.
She's home. I'm home. Maria smiles darkly as she looks out at the city they drove through. It feels good to be home.
