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BITTER HONEY !

February 21st, 2024

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     Emilia Easton is on a train to Milan for a fitting with Dior trying to sort through a million emails when she gets a Facetime call from her best friend, practically her brother.

     "Kimi, mi hermano, how are you? I miss you," the blonde happily tells the younger boy.

     "Emi, mi manchi anche tu," the boy pouts, "Are you going to make it to Bahrain? Please say yes, it's my F2 debut. I have paddock passes with your name on them."

     "Ah, I'm desperately trying to make it work. You know I love to watch you race, when is it again to double-check?"

     "February 29th to March 3rd."

     "Alright, ok I think I should be able to make it. I have a shoot on the 27th, but my schedule is clear after that."

     Kimi breaks into a smile, "You're serious, you're not fucking with me because if you are I will be very sad."

     "Not fucking with you, fratello. I'll be there," the girl happily tells the boy.

     "However, I am about to get to Milan, so I will see you in Bahrain next week."

     "Ciao, ciao Estrellita," Kimi says while waving at the camera.

     The blonde girl quickly gathers her belongings and rushes off the train in an attempt to not be late for her fitting, which coincidentally was for the shoot she'd just mentioned to Kimi. Emilia makes it to her destination right on time and meets up with her manager, Lorena, in front of the building.

     "You are so lucky you somehow always make it on time," her manager tells her.

     "It is a lucky skill of mine," the blonde cheekily tells Lorena.

     "Let's go before we are actually late for once," Lorena says, rushing the girl into the building.

     The fitting goes smoothly, and she's now ready for next week's shoot to go smoothly as well because the last thing she wants is to not be able to make it to Bahrain.

     Kimi was her little brother, in all ways but blood, and she couldn't not be there for his F2 debut. The two met when she moved to Italy when she was fourteen, and fate made them neighbors. The two have been thick as thieves since then, and Kimi was quickly integrated into her inner circle of friends from her life in New York City. Charlotte Davidson and Juliette Tolburg didn't allow the 4,138 miles between them and their friend to end their friendship, and they didn't hesitate to open their arms to the fourteen-year-old Italian boy Emilia had befriended four years prior.

     As the week progressed, Emilia prepared for her Dior shoot and packed for Bahrain to ensure she could fly out directly after the shoot, hoping to account for any possible delays. The 27th finally rolled around, and Emi found herself boarding the one-hour train ride from Bologna to Milan for the millionth time. She took her suitcase with her as her plan was to fly out from Milan instead of Bologna. The blonde took a much needed nap on the train. The force of the train pulling to a stop managed to wake the girl with just enough time to get her purse and suitcase together.

     As she reaches the location for her shoot, she once again meets up with Lorena, and the two approach the photographer she'll be working with today. The blonde grimaces when she realizes the man she was working with today was one she had worked with in the past and let's just say it was not an enjoyable experience.

     "Ciao, where shall Emilia be getting ready today?" Lorena says, taking the lead as she knows Emilia would not treat the man with as much respect.

     "Ah, perfect timing, the hair and makeup department is waiting in room six," the man says, directing them toward their first stop of the day.

     Emilia's hair and makeup do not take too much time and she's quickly dressed in her first look of the day. She nails the poses and positioning requested of her as quickly as possible as she'd much rather be with her friend in Bahrain than here working with a sleazy photographer.

     "Can we get that skirt pulled up slightly? It is much too long for the idea behind today's shoot," the photographer asks.

     Someone is quick to approach Emilia and attempt to shorten the skirt even more, "Actually, I think the skirt is quite short as it is. Any more and it would be indecent," Emilia stands her ground as the current length of the skirt was already testing her boundaries.

     "If you insist, but do not be upset later when these particular shots are replaced with a different model."

     The blonde scoffs at the man's words, but moves through the rest of the shoot begrudgingly praying for it to be over faster. As soon as the shoot is completed, Emilia is back in her clothes, suitcase in hand, and out the door. She has Lorena drop her off at the airport and she progresses through security in order to reach her gate.

     As she reaches her gate, Emilia Easton is happy to remember that she spontaneously decided this trip would be in first class as now she could comfortably sleep off the exhausting encounter with the photographer. Boarding the plane and finding her seat once her boarding group is called, Em is quick to relax in her seat as it'll be hers for the next six hours.

uppereastside

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uppereastside: guys i'm finally on my way to bahrain, everyone rejoice !!! now, what am i meant to do on a plane for six hours?! KIMI PLEASE DO NOT BE LATE TO PICK ME UP THIS TIME 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

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notkimiraikkonen: i swear i will be on time this time
——uppereastside: that's what you said last time 😒😒
——notkimiraikkonen: well this time i promise 🤞

julesfools: YIPPE YIPPEE 🙌🏽
——uppereastside: YES THIS IS THE ENERGY FOR THIS WEEKEND
——julesfools: BAHRAIN WON'T KNOW WHAT HIT IT
——uppereastside: NEXT TIME I'LL BRING YOU MY LOVE 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

lottiesbitches: fly safe, have fun in bahrain (i'm so full of jealously take me next time)
——uppereastside: if there wasn't an ocean between us, i'd pack you in my suitcase

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I feel like it's kind of short, but
she's got to get to Bahrain somehow.

also, emilia is meant to speak five languages:
dutch, english, italian, polish, and spanish.
of these, I only speak english and spanish, so the
rest will be using translators.
please feel free to
correct anything that's incorrect.

xoxo, hannah