Models were not uncommon across the universe. In fact, the IPC often hired people they deemed as “beautiful” to model certain products. They were one such person—except, they modeled clothes made by the IPC. As such, they were a well-known face across multiple galaxies. It was no surprise when The Family from Penacony invited them to the Planet of Festivities.

Releasing a small sigh of relief as their last fan left them alone, they glanced at where their “bodyguard” was standing. Aventurine, one of the Ten Stonehearts as well as their supposed bodyguard, was simply standing there. When they first accepted The Family’s invitation, they had politely asked Diamond if he could spare one of the Stonehearts for protection. Diamond had agreed, saying he was “planning on sending someone to Penacony anyway.”

As such, that was how Aventurine became their bodyguard. Not that he was doing a good job at it. Instead, he was standing off to the side talking to his subordinates about who knows what. They sighed once more, shaking their head before approaching the sandy-blond.

“Finally done?” he questioned, quirking a brow at them. “Seems you were swamped with people asking for autographs.”

“It’s normally like this. The crowd wasn’t that bad today. Besides, aren’t you supposed to be, I don’t know, protecting me?”

“You can handle yourself. I saw how you dealt with that one fan who got too close,” he replied easily, seemingly unbothered by the fact that he was supposed to be protecting them and wasn’t.