Chapter 348: Chapter one, 2017, flashes of summer: 2
Christina leaned back in her seat and sighed. In an earlier life she'd been giddy with apprehension and not a little self serving when she flew in a private jet for the first time. Now it was only cramped, bumpy and with just employers turned prison guards as her company.
While she forced a little leeway and occasionally escaped by means of the help she received from her primary body guard, now she had mostly been reduced to one of Vogue's most valuable assets. Assets weren't supposed to have a mind of their own.
They were en route to the resort where she spent last year's summer break. If Vogue got to decide they'd been in Hokkaido by now, but when it came to business decisions she held a lot of clout. Someone must have whispered in an ear or two, and as long as she delivered results what she had to say about fashion marketing held. In this case somewhere in Hokkaido or somewhere in Mie really didn't matter, but she wove a net of lies about lightning conditions and since her personal photographer, Kinoshita Dai, played along her words held.
The plane banked and Christina forced down her momentary discomfort. A life spent with aeroplanes and helicopters as her primary way of travelling had done nothing to dispel her irrational fear of flying. Fear of heights she had none of, but flying, well it was irrational and she got used to handling the churning feeling in her stomach.
She missed the rattling experience from last year spent together with friends and the man she had just fallen in love with. She missed Ulf even though she felt she was rapidly coming to appreciate Ryu despite their difference in age. She missed being just herself, but there was nothing she could do about it now. This was a life she chose for herself – the only life she knew how to live.
'I'm an idiot. I got a shot at a transition and restart, and what am I doing? Reliving my last life. I'm an idiot.'
Briefly she wondered if Ulf and Thomas would make the same mistake. Thomas she didn't know well enough, but she had a feeling he hid secrets from his past that he was hell bent on never reliving. Ulf however, Ulf spent his time manipulating and coercing the people around him. He bent them, not to his own, but rather to their own will, and to do so he needed a platform. Thus far in this life the club was it, and Christina very much doubted he had many reasons founding a middling size IT company this time around.
"Miss, we're landing soon. Please strap yourself in."
Christina looked up and smiled. Then she did as asked of her. The last part of her temporary ordeal was upon her and after that she'd go by limousine or bus. A bus she hoped. A bus at least felt a little more like what the others were riding.
Leaving the plane she walked into a wall of gruelling heat. It forced the breath from her and almost knocked her to the ground.
'Crap! We'll do swimsuits and yukatas first. No way anyone can wear the autumn collection well in this.' Hokkaido might have been the better choice after all, but she'd be damned if she'd spend her break without sharing time with those closest to her.
'We'll do shots in the water this time.' There would be a price to pay in time, but it couldn't be helped. The crew needed the relative cool or they'd fall victim to heatstroke or dehydration.
Christina looked at the line of mountains, a ragged line of green slightly out of focus as if there was a photographer in her head who was sloppy with the lens. If the turned the other way she'd watch how the sea was also a little fogged over. Never the crisp clearness in the air she once grew up with. Which Ulf grew up with as well. But in the end she'd never be able to explain it to a Japanese who never left the islands. This was as clear a summer's day as there ever was to be here.
She smiled. She had worked here in her previous life as well. Things like these had to be taken into account for a shoot. For wearing your clothes as well. Almost, but only almost the same colours as back home. And the same went for make-up as well. Only an amateur believed it was merely a matter of skin tone. Her own make-up was different here than it would have been in Sweden. Well, if she wore any at all over there.
Another smile of hers brought her to her ride south. A bus, just as she hoped.
She climbed onboard and enjoyed the relative space, but most of all she enjoyed a milder air conditioning than was possible to attain in a cramped car.
The ride she spent relaxing and watching the landscape passing by. Voices from the rest of the crew lulled her to sleep, and when they finally arrived at the resort she was the last to leave the bus.
She entered the reception and pouted when she realised she'd been assigned a room of her own rather than sharing one with her friends in the club. Most of all she missed the opportunity for a sleepover with Ko-chan and Noriko. Chatting about everything and nothing until the small hours felt like a distant memory.
'I enjoyed playing at being a child again.' She shook the depressing thought away. 'In a sense I'm still a child. Just one that lays golden eggs.' And she knew that was true. Her mind was still volatile in a way she understood it hadn't been just before she arrived in Japan. The truly older version of herself would either have told the people from Vogue to go to hell or hammered down on any want to pout in the first place.
Work was work, or at least it had once been. The old her would never have pouted. She didn't recall feeling sorry for herself since she got over being cheated on.
'But I like feeling like a teenager. I'm more honest this way.' Or was she? She brought that question to her room and played with it until it was time for dinner.
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