STARK, CORA BRIELLE

You had been eighteen at the time, a young girl with piercing blue eyes, platinum blonde hair, and a body that any girl would have killed for. Ever since you were a little girl you were surrounded by inhumanly gorgeous people. Apparently that's something that runs in your family. Everyone is beautiful and rich and untouchable. Your older brother and twin sister were always incredibly beautiful. You, however, were a flower that blossomed late. You were the ugly duckling so to speak, just sort of living in the shadow of your otherworldly siblings and various other relatives in regards to good looks. Once you hit puberty you filled out and your acne cleared up. The family genes finally kicked in and everyone took notice of it too. You were finally a Goddess like the rest and you joined the races by signing a modeling contract. Photoshoots were easy. You were a natural in front of the camera because you always had a severe attitude problem which photographed well. Modeling was just one huge ego boost, but there was a lot of competition. Everyone was fighting to be prettier, sexier, skinnier. The list went on and on and you struggled to keep up until finally one night you broke down as a result of the pressure. You didn't think anyone was watching, but your photographer was and he offered you a cigarette. "It only gets worse." At the time you didn't really care what he had to say. Instead you just sucked the black smoke into your lungs so you could actually breathe again.


Alcohol is typically your beverage of choice, but it's not very appropriate to get shitfaced on a plane... especially given the type of person you are when strongly under the influence. Probably wouldn't be a good idea to corner one of the male passengers in the bathroom to drunk fuck the hell out of him. It would also probably be a little insensitive given the fact that you had only just gotten into an argument with your husband-to-be about who fucking knows what. At this point you've forgotten why you were even angry in the first place, but he is a dick which meant he probably deserved it anyway. So you sit in your first class seat, earphones in so you can watch the movie playing on your laptop screen. Only when a flight attendant saunters over do you take one of them out of your ear to hear her say, "Can I get you anything to eat or drink, ma'am?" You smile sweetly at her. The expression fits your face but not your personality. "I could go for a water with an orange wedge, if that's not too much to ask." The woman shakes her head and assures you it's no problem at all. A moment later she returns with your water and orange wedge. Sweet and fruity drinks, foods, and fragrances were always your favorite.


You: Mother? What do you want? I'm about to board a plane.
Mother: You're really going to pull this shit again, Cora? You can't just run away every time the two of you get into an argument.
You: That's rich coming from you. Pretty sure most of my childhood is littered with instances of parental abandonment because you would run off to whatever CEO you were fucking at the time after father started asking questions.
Mother: *brief silence* That is no way to speak to you mother.
You: See? You can't even deny it, adulterous slut.
Mother: Now who's being rich?
You: The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Tell my fiance that if he ever tattles again, he'll never have the pleasure of seeing me in the lingerie I already bought for the honeymoon. Anyway, got a plane to catch and a cousin to visit. 


Physical intimacy is your favorite pastime, but more often than not, it usually means nothing at all. You are no good with sentiment because you are not sentimental. You are a cold hearted, manipulative, condescending, homewrecking bitch. Hugs are not exactly your forte, but because your personality is just as plastic as photoshop makes you seem on the computer... you fake it. Hugs make people feel better. They made someone feel like you actually care because it is a nice gesture, but you can't really recall a time where you hugged someone because you genuinely wanted to. It takes you a minute, but you decide that the last time you hugged someone affectionately was some time ago when you actually liked your fiance. The relationship you shared hadn't always been this toxic. He had waltzed fluidly into your life at some charity even your family was throwing. Of course you had been dating someone else at the time, but the man whose arm you were hanging off of wasn't nearly as gorgeous as the one standing in front of you. His smoldering eyes bore into yours, setting the most delicious of fires ablaze within your chest. The affair started first out of lust but it turned out to be more later one. He peeled back the layers of your plastic shell to see who you really were underneath it all. But you still tried to keep your secrets. The pressure of modeling tore you down even though you were the poster child of strength and independence. You were beautiful in every way imaginable on the surface, but you still had a crippling fear of becoming that chubby little ugly duckling once more. After you started smoking you also started purging in a desperate attempt to stay skinny. You kept your secret for two years until you met him and he caught you in the act. So ashamed and disgusted with yourself, you cried for the first time in a long time and let him hold you while you clung desperately back.


You weren't in the best of mindsets a few nights ago. Lonely and desperate for company because your fiance was out doing whatever the fuck he does when he doesn't come home, you went out. Actually, first you had a few pregame shots because the condo the two of you shared had a fully stocked bar that probably shouldn't be there considering it only encouraged alcohol abuse which really only intensified your argumentative nature. However, it was there and you took advantage of it before changing into one of your skintight dresses and killer red heels. You looked stunning and there was no shortage of compliments at the club you went to. Given your status and name, you were immediately ushered over to the VIP section. The lyrics of the music pounding through the house speakers didn't exactly catch your attention, but the beat made your heart thrum excitedly in your chest. Finally you felt alive again as the music took control of your body and warm bodies of sensual strangers grinded against your own. Technically you were engaged but the ring had slipped off your finger before you left the condo and suddenly you were single again, free to love someone who gave you the right kind of attention for the night.



"Wow, not even going to bother working your way into the steamy questions, are you? I like that in a guy. Anyway, sure I have. Only makes sense, right? I spend a lot of time naked on set and in front of the camera so I've slipped off the bikini and gone out for a comando midnight swim."


"Hmm... that's a pretty decent question you have there, miss. Have I ever fallen in love... well yes, I suppose I did. Multiple times with various people and substances. I'm a very passionate person and I put my all into everything I do. I feel with strong emotions. There's nothing half-assed about me. I have fallen in love with various men, booze, the feeling of skin-on-skin. Guess that's not really the romantic response you were looking for, but romantic love is something hard to accomplish. Especially with a personality like mine." 


"Depression is a funny thing, isn't it? So many people just self-diagnose themselves with it, claiming to be depressed because that's the 'in' thing to do now. Well, I for one am not one of those people. Maybe I was depressed, but never went to a doctor for testing so there's no way to be sure. Let's just say that I have been in bad  places in regards to my mind. People make mistakes and do things they regret all the time. Despite what you may believe, I am only human and I feel emotions such as sadness and emotional pain as well. We all do." 


"People grow apart all the time. Losing family and friends is a way of life to be honest, and that's something you should brace yourself for later on in life. Though, I'm assuming by 'lost' you really meant 'died'. In which case, no I have not. Most people my age have experienced traumatizing deaths in their family and though I have attended a few funerals, none of them were especially traumatizing. But as I mentioned earlier, people grow apart and I have lost loved ones that way."