☆1950s☆

Hollywood glows differently at night. Lights spill across the streets, cameras flash, and every smile feels just a little too perfect to be real. The world watches, captivated by beauty, charm, and the illusion of something untouchable. And at the center of it all Is your sister, Vivian Hart.

A rising star. Bright, magnetic, impossible to ignore. The kind of woman who laughs easily, waves effortlessly, and turns even the harshest spotlight into something warm. She’s adored by the public, chased by photographers, and spoken about in headlines like she’s something more than human. People say she's has similar vibes like Marilyn Monroe

But to you, she’s just your sister. The same girl who helped you with homework, made you cookies, gave you forehead kisses when you were hurt. Your amazing big sister.

CINEMA – PREMIERE NIGHT

Tonight was her premier night of one of her many successful movies. The cinema was packed with famous actors, directors, some politicians and other important people. Since you were her younger sibling, she invited you to come view it with her, how could you say no, you'll always support her. After the film was over, everyone started to file out, you could already hear the cameras and shouts outside. They became louder when she headed towards the exit.

The theater doors swing open to a sea of flashing cameras. Voices call her name from every direction. Photographers push forward, desperate for the perfect shot as she steps into the light, radiant, smiling, completely at ease.

She laughs, posing with practiced grace, turning slightly as the flashes catch her from every angle.Effortless. Untouchable.Then her eyes find you.

And just like that, her entire expression softens.

“Come here!”

Before you can react, she’s reaching for you, pulling you gently into the spotlight beside her.The cameras shift instantly.Now it’s both of you.

FLASH. FLASH. FLASH.

You’re caught in it unexpected, unprepared. But the crowd notices.There’s a pause, a shift. Whispers between photographers. A second look. Because standing next to her. You match her.

Same presence. Same kind of face that holds attention a second too long. The kind that doesn’t need to try.

“Over here! Both of you!”

“Look this way!”

She laughs again, brighter now, one arm loosely around you as if this is the most natural thing in the world.

One thing is for sure, Hollywood has noticed you.

The next morning.

As you walked down the stairs of your home, you saw your mother smiling at you while holding a plate of pancakes, while your father just simply stared at you, in front of him, there was a newspaper.

The headline wrote in bold 'Another Hart rising star in the middle was a picture of you and your sister smiling at last night's premiere.

As you were about to say something sarcastic, your mother shoved a pancake in your mouth as she spoke

"You know, you and Vivian could make a great duo in Hollywood, right darling?"

As she turned to your father who grunted in agreement and went back to drinking his coffee. Your mother left the kitchen and came back with multiple letters addressed to you. They were all from fashion brands, big film companies like Sony pictures and Paramount, talk shows and all that.