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emmaslaays We share the same soul

emmaslaays Like you are my soulmate

emmaslaays But you have no clue

emmaslaays In another universe were probabbly married

emmaslaays Oops i spelled probably wrong .. Fuck it

emmaslaays But ily

Valeria didn’t read picture books growing up; she read scripts and Old Hollywood star biographies. Her mother used to read the bios aloud to her as they sat in her trailer during long shooting days. Gloria said it was important Valeria learn from those who had gone before her. That she always remember she was born to be a myth.

In a Marilyn Monroe biography it was written that after “auditions,” Marilyn would spend hours in a hot shower, washing it all away.

Valeria doesn’t feel like taking a shower. The only shame she feels is over not feeling shame. This is what must be done. And only she can do it. Her whole life Valeria has taken care of her family. Her father could never hold down a job, and before her mother was a reality housewife, she was just a plain old housewife. Gloria’s own dreams for stardom were placed on hold for her kids. She put all of her ambition into making Valeria a success. Since her first Welch’s grape juice commercial at the tender age of two, Valeria has been her family’s main breadwinner.

But it’s all falling apart.

Sophia had to drop out of her private elementary school and Leo may never attend one. Both of their college funds have long since been drained. Then there’s the house. They’re going to lose the house.

The house was bought with Valeria’s movie earnings. It’s all she has left to remember that she was, at one time, wanted. Her mom and dad narrowed it down to a few different properties and they let Valeria choose. She was only ten years old, but it was her money paying the mortgage. She chose the 1930s Spanish-style house on North Bedford Drive in Beverly Hills because of its Old Hollywood history. It was once owned by Marlene Dietrich, one of the myths her mother read to her. The house had lasted, and it gave Valeria hope that she could last, too. She was ten years old and already worried about becoming a has-been. They only want you when you’re seven. Valeria’s sixteen and the industry doesn’t know what to do with her. Every day she panics. Shouldn’t there be more scripts coming in? Better scripts?

The house became her anchor—it’s everyone’s anchor, and without it, they’ll all drift away.

When Valeria arrives home from her night with Patrick at the Montage, Gloria is up in her room with her glam squad getting her hair and makeup done. She has Platinum Triangle press with Shondra Johnson. In the trailer for season 2, Gloria accuses Shondra of having been a prostitute in Vegas, which is how she supposedly met Sean’s dad, Christoph. Shondra’s the queen of drama on the show. Last season, the other wives, led by Whitney, tried to get her fired because she’s too “ghetto.”

As soon as she’s home, Valeria forgets it all and plays her favorite role: sister. She feeds Leo breakfast and helps Sophia get ready for her summer day camp.

Sophia wants to wear a crystal choker that says “BIMBO” and when Valeria tells her it’s inappropriate, Sophia shoots back, “Why did Mommy buy it for me, then?”

Valeria remembers watching an old Shirley Temple movie with her mom when Valeria was a kid. “Notice how her dress is cut shorter at the back,” Gloria said. In the scene, Shirley was dancing on a tabletop. It was true. As Shirley spun around, you could see her panties. In another scene, Shirley was milking a cow and squirted milk all over her mouth. Gloria put her hand on Valeria’s knee. “You could be an icon like Shirley Temple.”

Valeria finally gets a squeamish Leo to eat some applesauce and puts him down on the floor to play. She’ll leave a note for his nanny that he still needs a proper breakfast. And that the check is coming. They’re a month behind. Her mom’s glam squad has been paid, though. Priorities.

“Where’s my My Little Pony lunch box?” Sophia is screaming. “Valeria, where is my My Little Pony lunch box?”

The kids of the Platinum Triangle are born with a silver-spoon emoji on their feed. When they throw tantrums, they aren’t sent to their room, they’re sent to find their light.

Valeria doesn’t know how to tell Sophia that Gloria had her bring the Moschino lunch box handbag, along with a trunk full of Valeria’s old clothes, to sell off at Wasteland on Melrose.

Sophia is having a total meltdown. “Where is my lunch box, bitch?”

“What did I tell you about talking like that?” Valeria snaps.

“I want my lunch box!” Sophia starts crying.

How did she become so spoiled? Valeria can’t remember ever being like Sophia. She was never entitled. She was too busy to be entitled. She still is.

Leo is choking on a broken-off helmet of a G.I. Joe and Valeria is about to lose it when Gloria’s voice comes through the in-home speaker system.

“Valeria, honey, are you in? Come upstairs.”

Leo spits out the helmet and his face stops turning purple. Valeria sighs. Honey means Gloria is about to degrade her.

“Can you watch Leo for a minute, Soph?” Valeria asks, heading toward the stairs. Sophia has decided that since she can’t find her lunch box, she’s going to put her lunch in Gloria’s Valextra tote. It wasn’t one of the items Valeria was sent to hawk.

The glam squad is packing up when Valeria enters the master suite. She finds her mother in her closet wearing a Dolce & Gabbana LBD.

“We need a tiebreaker,” Gloria says. “The Laurence Dacade sandals or the Louboutin pumps?”

“Louboutins.”

Valeria doesn’t have to try and make herself sound perky and genuine. It’s like she’s programmed.

“Anything else?” she asks.

“Patrick called.” Gloria lowers her voice. “He wants to see you again tonight.”