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Life should be full of dreams, but how's life full of beautiful lies?

“Mam, here,” he directed, and I looked there straight, with my features screaming confidence and my apparel speaking elegance. I smiled as he was done with the shot, and I left the trace of my charm while I walked back on the ramp, and that's cut.

I walked out of the shoot, and my phone buzzed in the paradise that I was in—Seavile.

“Hello! Good morning!” I greeted enthusiastically, and the voice on the other side reciprocated much better than mine.

“Good morning! Levita!” Mother screamed.

“How are you, my busiest GM?” Mother asked.

Don't mistake her, she means me to be General Manager. I talked with her for nearly 30 minutes. After all, we both stay continents away, and here I am abroad longing for my intimate people.

I was seated in my car, and I glanced at my wristwatch. It said 10:00 sharp in the widespread morning, and I was reminded of my other commitment—that is, I am to prepare for another magazine shoot, and I am decently predicting that the new bridal collection needs to be launched soon and projected by me. However, I haven't given the information about when and how.

“Miss Pearl! This is our final schedule,” my PR manager called me, and her voice pulled me out of my reverie.

I extended my hands to grasp the tablet as she was seated beside the lady driver who was appointed for me.

The car sped over Seavile's thoroughfare, and the air felt feathery over my skin, and I smiled at that contact.

“When do I have a meeting with the General Manager?” I questioned while the car halted right in front of the deluxe apartment, and I was assisted by the security guard to unlatch the portière as I tapped my stilettos on the road. I breathed the fresh air.

“It's temporarily canceled,” I was informed by the PR manager who matched my pace.

“Mam, can I request my absence?” Veronica asked (PR manager), as I stood firm on the ground.

“Sure. Meet you later.” We both smiled and left.

Finding yourself lost in this chaos? Yes, I know you don't know whether to place me as Levita or Pearl. In that case, if I am General Manager, at least? I chuckled as I asked.

I was standing outside my apartment and unlocking my door. As I got in, I just plopped myself over the sofa that was meant to support me for several nights when I dozed off while preparing myself for another shoot or gala.

Levita Percy Philip Fernandez. She led a mysterious life in Seavile and hails from India. She was a knockout and a stunner. Exceptionally belle with her expressive eyes and plump lips. Her sharp features were all about her attitude. She inherited the soft gloves through her rigid lifestyle in India. Seavile flashed her appearance throughout her stay here; she was a diva for the public eye with a tender heart. She was the beauty that even galaxies would wish for. How can a beautiful outlook help her inner heart? Is a luxurious life enough to serve her heart’s need? Is she fit enough in her real life?

Tight-lashed, I fit myself into my fantasy but gradually fell into hallucinations.

“Is this how you treat our prestige?”

“Is this even a way to glorify our name?”

“You are just another traitor!”

Cold words had shot in Levita’s ear, and she woke up with a thud in her chest—perhaps the noise came from her heart. A chaotic mind and a restless heart are both pain and trauma. She huffed and panted at the same time. No arms around or soul to ask if she is bothered?

Levita looked around and found herself on the cozy sofa and motioned her legs to drop down on the carpet. She felt like tripping down in the pit but walked up to the kitchen to find herself some water. She gulped the water in a go and slipped down on the floor.

“Calm down. Just a dream from hell,” she murmured to herself.

“Everything is going to fall into the right place. Time will be mine too,” she spoke to herself. Something hinted up, and she searched for her phone. She walked towards the hall room and found her phone on the table. She immediately dialed the name—Savy.

“Come home,” Levita said after the call was picked up in two rings.

She comforted herself on the sofa chair and tried breathing dead easy. She struggled to shoo away her uneasiness, but there was no way to heaven either. She messed it up long ago. Who could be fixing this?

Pulling her out from the internal conflicts came the bell ringing, and her eyes flew open to glance at the door. She collected herself and motioned towards the door and opened it with her last energy. Her eyes met a beautiful youth who was here like scenery in hell.

Levita Percy's P.O.V

I threw my arms around the lady I have been leaning on at heavy times like this. I felt her hand brushing my hair and murmuring to me to stop, and I did not have to fight back anymore.

“I don't feel good, Ivy!” Levita screamed; her voice had the potential to break through any frail glass—perhaps her heart too.

Savy grazed her back and let her merge into her shade.

“Don't be sad, honey!” she murmured into her ears while slightly making me sit straight. She twisted her palms underneath my chin to make eye contact.

“Honey! No!” Savy exclaimed as she sensed the painful look that my eyes flooded there.

Savy helped me walk into the room and settled me on the sofa chair.

“I am right here. Do you feel me? You’re not alone anymore,” she said and embraced me as she knelt in front of myself.

I weeped for hours in Savy's lap and arms. Somehow Savy tried to nudge away the uneasiness that crept from my stomach to throat. She helped me with some coffee and cinder tea meanwhile. I dozed off in Savy's lap after ranting for long.

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Savy gently lifted Levita and laid her on the soft pillow. She looked at the clock striking 8 in the evening, and she decided to manage Levita’s choices in cuisines for supper.

Savy walked into Levita’s room and wriggled over the bed. She smoothly patted her arms to unclutch her from relaxation.

Levita made every effort to open her tight-lashed eyes. She gradually opened her heavy eyes and felt the warmth readily assuring her tension-filled anatomy. She looked to the side from where the help came, and as she saw the sight of Savy, she smiled and the sidelined tears slipped down. As it made its way to her ear, it bubbled up a kind of irritation, yet the assuring smile of her friend kept her sane.

Levita has now blown out the 24th candle of her life. Her heart is all about her dear family, and she is abroad just to fill them with more pride and happiness. She would do anything in her will to glorify her family—except one thing that she did in her past, and now she is counting her last minutes. She is dreadful of the fact that she might have to lose her family with this veracity.

Who sides with the truth and lies?

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