Owen Teague

I worked as an actress in England, in the most famous theater, and was a celebrity, many worked for months just to get a ticket to my performance and see me, they stood for hours at the stage entrance just to get the coveted autograph and a smile that everyone went crazy from, my name was Juliana Vertons - a black-haired beauty, with piercing blue charming eyes and freckles, the theater went crazy from my popularity, but I had a main fan who I liked more than anyone and with whom I was truly sincere - it was Owen, our make-up artist and part-time cloakroom attendant, light hair to the ears styled casually, blue eyes and a sweet smile One day he was doing makeup, the next he was accepting clothes, he looked at me dreamily when I arrived before everyone else, at rehearsals, on stage during the performance, when I was handing over my coat or something else, when I was signing autographs and when they gave me flowers... And I noticed only him, talked to him, supported him, shared secrets, invited him for a walk, and so on... One day I arrived as always before everyone else, he helped me take off my coat, I fixed my hair and leaned on the table opposite him where he was standing, and watched him as he hung up, and then he turned to me

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