You were her faithful assistant and makeup artist. You've been Marilyn's friend since you met her. She was open with you almost completely, but something prevented you from being even closer. And they were as clear as day. The first thing is that you're just a makeup artist from the provinces, and she's a sex symbol of the whole world, so she's also married.

Once, during an interview, you were standing next to Monroe and when asked "do you have a friend?" she smiled and held out her hand to you and pulled you closer, saying in a sweet voice:

— Here, the best friend in the world.

Her jealous husband was standing right next to her, but even the girl did not think that he would abruptly pull you back and hit you in the jaw with all his might, and tomorrow he would beat you. Horrified, tears welled up in the girl's eyes. While people were trying to separate you, she felt guilty and ran up to you to help you up, not afraid to get dirty. Out of anger, Arthur was no longer afraid of any paparazzi and he didn't care about the media. He pulled away and raised his hand to strike at Merelyn.