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Robin "Robbie" Monét, a beautiful actress in the large movie industry of the opulent nation of Troyskova, gazed upon the star-filled skies. Robin sat down in her teardrop-shaped chair, sipping her cocktail, looking around the stone patio of her mountainside villa in the resort city of Canto Moska. Troyskova is defined by glamour, wealth and immense power, hosting extravagant casinos and beautiful seaside views in the small, unique country. Robbie is a citizen of this serene nation; her life filled with festivities and colors. A short, quiet servant walked down the patio, carrying a set of pastries for her master, Robin Monét.
"Here, Miss Monét," The nervous girl said, placing down the decorated tray by Robin's wooden table. "Y-your pastries, just as you ordered, M-miss."
"Thank you, darling." Robin replied, sipping more of her cocktail before placing it down on the ground and taking a look at the array of sweets. "You must be the new one here. Tell me, honey, what is your name?"
"Oh, Miss Monét-" She laughed, "I am Johanné Alma. I moved here recently, in February, because my uncle had gotten really sick and he ne-"
"I asked for your name, not life story." Robin Monét scoffed, reaching out to grab a chocolate croissant from the tray, "I could care less, darling."
"My sincere a-apologies, Miss Monét-" Johanné said, her joyful expression gone. "It will n-not happen- again."
"Yes, yes. I don't care, " Robin said, turning to face her back against the sun. "Let me get my tan, servant girl."
Robin rolled her eyes, waving at Johanné to leave her side. Robbie stood from her chair, stretching her arms. She began walking towards the clear, blue pool in front of her, stepping in the cool water. Johanné beelined out of the patio, pulling open the wide wooden doors of the stylish villa. She stood by the window, watching Robin. Johanné bit her lip, pressing her hand against the glass. She sighed, her heart heavy, as she shuffled away from the window.
"Here, Miss Monét," The nervous girl said, placing down the decorated tray by Robin's wooden table. "Y-your pastries, just as you ordered, M-miss."
"Thank you, darling." Robin replied, sipping more of her cocktail before placing it down on the ground and taking a look at the array of sweets. "You must be the new one here. Tell me, honey, what is your name?"
"Oh, Miss Monét-" She laughed, "I am Johanné Alma. I moved here recently, in February, because my uncle had gotten really sick and he ne-"
"I asked for your name, not life story." Robin Monét scoffed, reaching out to grab a chocolate croissant from the tray, "I could care less, darling."
"My sincere a-apologies, Miss Monét-" Johanné said, her joyful expression gone. "It will n-not happen- again."
"Yes, yes. I don't care, " Robin said, turning to face her back against the sun. "Let me get my tan, servant girl."
Robin rolled her eyes, waving at Johanné to leave her side. Robbie stood from her chair, stretching her arms. She began walking towards the clear, blue pool in front of her, stepping in the cool water. Johanné beelined out of the patio, pulling open the wide wooden doors of the stylish villa. She stood by the window, watching Robin. Johanné bit her lip, pressing her hand against the glass. She sighed, her heart heavy, as she shuffled away from the window.
