Celine entered the six digit password to her apartment then walked in when it made a confirmative sound.
The familiar interior of this space used to be a safe haven for her to hide away. She had gotten this penthouse for herself, and whenever she felt like isolating herself from all the bustling noise of the entertainment industry, she had somewhere to go where no one would find her, even her manager didn't have this address. That was what made it a sanctuary, a place she used to recuperate to lick her wounds and self soothe.
There used to be times directors would push her down to please a higher ranking actress, or times she would get backlash for something as small as an outfit she decided to wear to an occasion. Being a public figure had made her feel like the property of the whole world where everyone had a say in her life and everyone could decide what steps she should take in life even before she got the chance to even think about it herself.
