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-current Alex !
-The Car era !
・✧ ⁺ ⊹ What Elaine and Alex thought would only be a fake relationship, becomes much more than th...
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Monotonous
THE PLACE WAS VERY LARGE, FILLED WITH LEGGY MODELS IN TALL HEELS, PERFECT HAIR, AND very short dresses. I immediately felt underdressed, but I tried my best to not let it show.
''So, how's the newest model feeling?'' I heard a voice ask. I looked in front of me and smile politely, though I did not know who it was.
''A little nervous'' I replied with a lie. I wasn't a little nervous. I felt like I was about to have a breakdown with how highly strung I was.
''Oh, I'm sorry I haven't introduced myself. I'm Anthony, the mastermind behind all of this'' He said, exaggerating the sentence more than necessary with hand gestures.
''Nice to meet you'' I put my hand out and he shook it nicely.
''Well, how about a tour and some explanations?'' Anthony asked and I nodded. He stood in front of me and put his hand out to gesture objects and designated places as he explained.
I could sense it'd be easy once the nervousness left my body. In the meantime, I looked around and felt various pairs of eyes roaming around my body.
I could feel the heat of the implied intimidation sourcing from different female eyes. Without reason, I must add. What they saw in the mirror when they looked at themselves was what I could only wish I was.
I was nowhere near the line of perfect in which they stood. I looked down several times when we passed by women, not wanting to drag too much attention with me.
''Welcome to your dressing room'' Anthony smiled, wrecking my train of thought. I looked ahead of everything that my mind had been creating. I quickly thanked him and he scrambled out of there when someone called his name.
The room wasn't tiny, nor big. I was the newest member here and the most obvious outcome was not getting too much before actually deserving it. It was something I knew I could work with.
The room consisted of a large mirror accompanied by a small black chair. A rack of different clothing items incorporating dark colors, and a medium leather black couch.
A few more steps and I was out of the room. I waved at people I knew and they reciprocated the action. My heels clicked against the shiny floor. I was taking a view of the black and white filtered pictures hanging on the grey walls when a smell I knew very well because of Alex flooded in. This one had a hint of cinnamon added to it. It made me feel uneasy just by sniffing.
