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The young woman sighed as she took her last breath and closed the door to her life in England. The sleek black limousine, which had been waiting outside her house, was a symbol of her transition. Addison's two guards stepped out and greeted her, efficiently handling her suitcases and handbag before loading them into the car. With a practiced elegance, they opened the car door for her, allowing her to step inside with the grace of royalty.

The pearl blonde-haired young woman stepped out onto the cobblestone driveway, her ensemble a testament to high fashion and refinement. She was dressed in a slim-fitting black skirt that hugged her curves with a sculpted elegance, paired with a luxurious, fluffy scarf that draped gracefully by her waist, its texture and sheen adding a touch of opulence. Her black stiletto high heels, with their perfectly pointed toes and gleaming patent finish, added several inches of height and accentuated her poised stride. Each step was a statement of refined style, the heels clicking rhythmically against the cobblestones, echoing her poised and commanding presence.

Addison, wrapped in an aura of elegance and high fashion, lounged gracefully within the car's confines. Her pearly blonde curls, styled to perfection with the bulk of her bangs swept dramatically to one side, cascaded down in a soft, controlled wave that complemented her refined yet assertive demeanor. Her trademark 'Starlight' low ponytail added a touch of casual elegance, maintaining a sense of effortless glamour.

As the car reached the end of the driveway, Addison’s gaze shifted to the wing mirror, where she gazed back at herself through her pure blue sapphire eyes, scrutinizing her reflection with the critical eye of an artist examining her own masterpiece. The makeup was impeccable, as always. The subtle shimmer on her eyelids, the perfectly defined contour of her cheekbones, and the lush, full gloss of her lips—all were in their rightful place. She gave a satisfied nod, her vanity a hallmark of her public persona.

"Perfection, as usual," she thought to herself, her posh British accent smooth and laden with self-assuredness. Her thoughts drifted to the upcoming changes—leaving behind her glamorous life in England for the vibrant and bustling streets of Tokyo. It was a deliberate, calculated move, though she had feigned it as a mere career opportunity.

The decision to move now had been driven by more than just professional ambition. On television, she had recently witnessed Kira’s performance—a mesmerizing display where the young princess’s forehead symbol began to glow with an otherworldly light as she sang and played guitar with intense emotion. The sight had alarmed Addison, signaling that Princess Nova, a figure she deeply despises, might be awakening soon. This revelation made it clear that Japan was not just a stage for her career revival, but a necessary location for addressing a looming threat that could disrupt her plans and force her to confront a past she hoped to leave behind.

As the driver’s question cut through her reverie, Addison’s response was curt yet unmistakably authoritative. "To the airport, m'lady?"

"Correct," she replied, her tone sharp but cool, clearly signaling that she was not in the mood for pleasantries.

The cityscape blurred past as the limo entered the expressway, and Addison’s thoughts turned inward. Her carefully cultivated public image was just one layer of her existence. Beneath the facade of the glamorous pop star lay the hidden reality of her past—a past that included her true identity as Sailor Star Keeper. Though she insisted on her retirement from the heroic life, the mere thought of three particular individuals—the Three Lights, of whom she had heard so much—caused a subtle shift in her demeanor, as their recent activities seemed to be getting in her way.

Her plans had always been straightforward: a temporary stay, a record deal, and some lucrative commercial endorsements. Yet, deep within, she felt the pull of unfinished business. Japan, with its neon-lit streets and high-energy entertainment scene, was more than a backdrop for her career revival. It was a stage for her to reconcile past loyalties and unspoken truths.

As the limousine approached the airport, Addison took one last look at the city she was leaving behind, placing a gentle hand in the middle of her chest where her Star Change would usually sit. A mixture of nostalgia and resolve painted her features, but her public mask remained flawless. She knew that in Japan, the journey ahead would be fraught with both glamorous opportunities and personal revelations. The next chapter awaited, and she was ready to face it, with all the grace and determination of a star—both in the limelight and beyond.