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ernandares.ro__ Maybe there are no aliens because we are the aliens. We just don’t know how to trigger our powers yet, or we forgot. Who knows what’s life and what happens after death. Every thing, is nothing

“Rosé all day! Rosé all day!” Greta chants. She didn’t make it to Hailey’s fashion show but she made it to the after party in a suite at the hotel.

Greta showed up drunk to the Beverly Hilton after sneaking out of her house. She didn’t steal a car this time. She was a good girl and took an Uber. Her mom has had her pretty much on lockdown since she finally came home after disappearing for a few days. She hasn’t told anyone the things she’s seen. Maybe Greta will write a book one day.

Valeria comes up to her and asks her where her car is. Greta vaguely remembers the BMW running out of gas and abandoning it somewhere in Silver Lake. But she might’ve set it on fire. Valeria is angry at her for driving off with it and keeps trying to get Greta to tell her its location but Greta can’t remember.

“Did you check your pool?” She laughs.

“You know what, Greta?” Valeria snaps. “Fuck you!”

Greta’s never seen Valeria so angry. It sobers Greta up and makes her feel instantly guilty. Valeria gets self-conscious when people look over. At least Platinum Triangle isn’t filming. Cameras weren’t allowed into the after party.

“I’m sorry,” Greta says quietly. “I’ll track your car down, I promise.”

“You just don’t understand,” Valeria says. She gets flustered and storms off, leaving Greta standing alone in the middle of the party with all eyes on her.

“What are you looking at?” Greta asks the crowd. “Are my boobs hanging out or something?” She stumbles off to the suite’s bedroom to do some coke.

Greta closes the door and walks over to the bed. She sits on the edge and pulls out a bag from her Louis Vuitton Da Vinci Montaigne purse. She cuts a huge line on the nightstand using her credit card, and snorts it with a rolled-up bill. Greta feels like she enters the Jeff Koons artwork on her handbag. She feels as enigmatic as the Mona Lisa.

The bedroom door opens and light and music from the party spill inside. Greta forgot to lock it.

“Well, well, well,” Greta says, rubbing her nose. “Look who it is. The new train wreck of the Platinum Triangle.”

Greta holds out the rolled bill for Lily.

“I don’t want your drugs,” Lily says, closing the door behind her. “I followed you in here to see if you’re all right. You may be trying to play it off as a big joke, but I know how it feels to be the center of attention for all the wrong reasons.”

“This is my second season,” Greta says, dropping the bill into her handbag. “I don’t feel anything.”

She looks across the room at Lily, narrowing her eyes.

“I saw a video on Instagram of your little wardrobe malfunction,” Greta says. “It was interesting the way the dress tore. I mean, you’d think that Bea, who, like, slayed Paris Fashion Week not that long ago without any problem, would be able to handle an amateur charity fashion show.”

“What are you saying? You think she tried to rip my dress on purpose?”

“I think it was already partially ripped. And that Bea is one of those models who will probably try to be an actress one day and it will be really funny because she can’t act. Like, at all. When she’s being such a dumb slut on the show? That’s real. And that look on her face when your dress ripped…” Greta laughs. She pulls the rolled bill back out of her purse. She always wants more. “It was like she knew that if she stepped on the train, it would tear right off of you,” Greta says, cutting another line and snorting it. “It was a fake-surprised look, you know?” Greta does her best imitation. She does a few. Gasping and widening her eyes, becoming increasingly dramatic with each take. Lily actually cracks a smile.

“If it was a setup,” Lily says, coming over to the bed and sitting, “then I doubt she did it alone.”

Greta rubs some coke along her gums.

“I overheard Joel talking to Sam before production left the hotel,” she says. “It was heated. They were in the lobby and Joel was saying how the footage of your dress ripping on the runway can’t make the air. He threatened to quit the show if it does.” Greta smiles at Lily. “He’s obsessed.”

Lily blushes.

“He’d do the same for you,” she says. But Greta has to look away.