"It was my fault. I knew I shouldn't do it but the last time I broke up with him, I wasn't even breaking it in front of him. We broke up via phone. And I've hurt him. I hurt myself. I asked him for one last kiss, for a proper goodbye to ease my mind, that's all."

She peered at me, waiting for my response. I continued looking at her impassively, my hands folded in front of my chest. She sighed.

"You know Orlando did a fair few kiss scene in movies? That one kiss is just like any other kiss he did for acting. It didn't mean a thing. We are just friends now. Please, Lynn. Don't be mad at Orlando because of my selfish request."

Though I knew that it still didn't make it right, I also knew deep down that what she said was right. The kiss was nothing, at least for Orlando.

I remember Orlando stood still with almost a stiff stature when Miranda kissed him. He didn't move, he didn't kiss her back. Heck, he didn't even close his eyes when she kissed him like that...

I shook myself from the memory, pushing down the jealousy and disappointment that eating away at me.

"I understand," I said, sighing audibly.

Miranda smiled gratefully at me and mouthed 'thank you' audibly as she sat gracefully across the round table in front of me with one slender leg over the other. As I stirred my tea, I peered up to see her wiping clean the mouth of her tea cup from a microscopic dirt. 

Huh, clean freak. She should do a modelling for Windex® Glass Cleaner ads. 

I almost sneer at the thought, but for the sake of decency I held myself and took a sip from my coffee. Deciding to not waste further time with her, I opened my mouth to close the conversation without bothering to exchange pleasantries any further. But Miranda beat me to it.

"You're a nice person. It's good to finally meet you. Now I can see why Orlando takes a great liking in you. The mystery girl," she said cheerfully.

Mystery girl? What's that about?

I refused to look like a lost girl in front of her so instead I played along as if I know what she was talking about. See if I could fish some information about it out of her.

"Mystery girl," I repeated lightly with a smile to hide my curiosity, "What a charming notion."

"Indeed. The people in E magazine always very creative with names invention."

"They do like to spice things up. All gossip magazines are, I suppose," I commented.

"You're right. And that's why I'm glad that you keep your relationship with Orlando a secret from public eye."

"Yeah," I said with a nod. 

My mind fleeted around the one moment when CJ was acting off as he grasped the magazine that fell to the floor back in his office on The Hobbit set.

He and Orlando knew that I got into the media and they kept the information away from me. 

I'm going to kill him and Orlando.

Miranda gave me a small smile. Deciding that I was not going to say more, she continued with a regretful sigh.

"Far before Orlando, I once had a relationship with a really nice guy. He was uh... He was not in the entertainment business like I am now, so to say that he was a commoner-- to put it the way my agent said it," Miranda said, looking down at her cup on the table.

For a fleeting second I thought I saw a brief sadness in her eyes but then she continued steadily.

"We tried to keep our relationship to ourselves until one day someone snapped our picture together, though not as lucky as you, the picture clearly showed my man's face and within a few hours people started to invade his facebook, twitter, basically all his social media with some not so nice messages and comments. Needless to say after a few months he broke the relationship. He couldn't take the invasion from people anymore. People can be so cruel sometimes and see only what's on the outside rather than in the inside."

I thought she was telling me this to scare me out of my mind, but the distant and faraway look in her eyes set doubt in my mind.

"Sorry to hear that. But I think if he really cared about you, he won't just back down because some random people tweeted some insensitive, empty words onto his profile page," I said sympathetically, while putting the message between the lines that I was not scared if it were to happen to me.

"My career was growing drastically at that time. Much like Orlando now," she said with a lopsided smile. "I was starting to get contract offers for some prestigious international brand, modelling, shooting, you name it. The paparazzi was hot at my tail. The crowd was thirsty for some hot news about what's going on with my life. People want to hear some juicy news about me dating a handsome actor or model, or anyone else desirable in the spotlight. But I, instead, being with my man... My former agent knew it will only drag me and my career down, and at the moment, I really need a boost. It was a vital need. So she took the liberty to tell my ex about it, and because he cared about me, he let me go," she said, her voice wavered ever so slightly on the end.

I felt a sincere sympathy for the first time as I looked at her, but said nothing. Miranda, however, saw it and waved it away.

"On the bright side it did boost my career," she added with a soft smile. "But I found out about it many months later, and in my anger I discontinued the contract with my former agent because of it. Career is a one thing, but invading my personal life behind my back is another thing. But from then on, years later I understood what my former agent was doing. I learned that in this industry, career and personal life are two things that go together. They're inseparable. And sometimes to get to our goals we have to sacrifice our feelings."

"Is that why you broke the relationship with Orlando? Because of career?" I asked flatly, putting an effort to make myself sound neutral and nonjudgmental.

"Well we both were busy, we hardly have the time to meet, what with being separated by continents," she shrugged nonchalantly. "It's a sacrifice we both had to make."

Lies.

"Or maybe you just didn't love him enough to keep the relationship."

Miranda's eyes turned slightly colder at my blatant conclusion but she cleared her throat before flashing me a pretty smile.

"It's Hollywood. It's a cruel industry that we live in. I cared about him and still do, but as a friend," she said with a convincing, comforting smile.

I had to smile back out of decency despite the fact that I wanted to pull her hair out of her scalp and bump her pretty lying head to the table in front of us.

"And a friend of Orlando is a friend of mine too. I'm glad he found you."

"Thanks," I replied as Miranda checked her beeping cellphone.

She excused herself for a moment as she put the phone to her ear and walked out the door and talked to whoever was on the receiving line.

A minute later she came back to the table and apologized because she had to go to an appointment and thanked me for our time.

I watched her out the door in a hurry and entering her car before she waved at me and sped off.

Finally free.

I let out a relieved sigh as I sipped on my coffee. I pondered on my previous conversation with Orlando's supermodel ex who happened to be a really good actor.

Lucky for me I was good at spotting liars. I knew she set out a meeting with me only to scare me from my relationship with Orlando, but it would take more than that to make me back off.

A piece of information came back to me and I hurriedly opened my phone and typed 'Orlando Bloom mystery girl e news' on google. In an instant the article I was looking for came as a top result and anxiously I clicked on it.

My eyes bugged out and I gasped as I read the article in horror. Seconds that felt like eternity passed with me holding my breath as my eyes scanned the content of the article.

Fun-sized!? How dare they make fun of my height!?

The screen of my phone suddenly changed and blared with 'Monkey' calling me for the fifth time that day.

I gritted my teeth in anger and growled. I thought about answering it and yell murder at him but thought better of it. I won't solve a damn thing with my head hot. So I rejected his call and this time put it to silent.

The screen went back to the previous, preposterous article and I stared at it in horror again as I read it over and over.

Annoyance filled me despite the fact that I was relieved that they didn't get a good look of me enough to identify who I was. 

A ghost of smile crept up my face as I looked at the footage of me and Orlando on our first date, laughing and kissing on the sidewalk at night.

I grew somber as soon as the thought of Orlando came into mind. I sighed in annoyance at my own dark mood. So to enlighten myself, I decided to leave a comment under the article under the nickname 'monkeyslayer'.

monkeyslayer21 says : "That girl is too good for Orlando!!!!! Look at him, his nose is way too sharp and his curly hair seemed as if it had been a nest for ravens!!!! And from the way I look at it, she looked slightly taller than him! It is all the optical illusion! He must be so goddamn ugly irl!"

I snorted and smirked, feeling a little satisfied for blowing off some steam at Orlando on the internet. Though I realized that my rambling wasn't make any sense.

But Orlando deserved it after what he's done.

To my surprise, another users replied at my comments. I watched as comments after comments came into the article.

ResillientZero says : "lmao"

AvatarWaang says : "hahaha lol"

need_for_sPEEd says : "monkeyslayer, your comment seem like an optical illusion to me"

AlbertaBoundless says : "Yea she's taller than Orlando that he had to bend down to kiss her"

itsmebiscuits says : "lol. You owe yourself a visit to the eye doctor, monkeyslayer."

pinkswallo says : "ugly??? One does not simply say that orlando bloom is ugly"

sohotsohottoohot says : "One does not simply mistake orlando bloom's amazing hair as bird's nest"

shiveringElf says : "monkeyslayer is altogether evil. monkeyslayer must be destroyed!!!"

TouchMeEverywhere says : "monkeyslayer, YOU SHALL NOT PASS!"

Anonymischief says : "dafuq?"

_Tickle_my_Pickle_ says : "what the fuck"

DunkingOreoIntensifies says : "How is this chick flick gossip page turning into lord of the rings shit? I am sincerely offended"

I couldn't hold my laughter anymore. Lord of The Rings fans are crazy and hilarious. I clenched my hands at my stomach and did my best to not look like a crazy woman laughing by herself in a cafe.

I took one last look at the picture of Orlando and me together in the internet and my mind flew back to the time when it happened. 

I could still feel the fluttering of my stomach when he kissed me, his warmth in the cold night in New Zealand. How happy I was when he told me that he loved me. How happy he was when I told him the same.

Putting my phone back into my pocket, I realized that I wasn't so mad at Orlando anymore. I knew Orlando probably felt worried about me right now, but I wasn't ready to go back just yet.

Annoyance still lingered in me, so I opted to hail a cab and asked him to take me to find a tour somewhere in London before I came back to Orlando after sunset. 

Then I will set things right with him.