Walking into Vogue's rented studio, I was hawled by paparazzi and fans who tried to get me to answer their ridiculous questions. Though, there was one that struck me most.
"Miss Black, are you ill?"
I stopped dead in my tracks. Why would anyone think that of me? Did Lawla post some weird horoscope shit on Facebook or Twitter?
"Keep walking, Miss Black. I think it would be best if you did not answer." My bodygaurd, Kevin, suggested.
I nodded in agreement and walked straight ahead, making it my mission to get to hair and makeup.
"It was nice for you to finally grace us with your presence," stated Becca, walking up to me. Her black bob was neatly styled.
"So when did you land here with your broomstick?" I asked smuggly, sending her a wink.
She gave me the death glare and shoved my latte into my hands.
She grabbed my arm and dragged me into onto the chair.
Petro, my stylist, started working his magic with my hair.
I sipped the warm contents of my cup and let the warmth seep through every taste bud.
Becca scrunched up her face.
"You better lay off the lattes with all that extra cream. You'll get fat and then no one would want to hire you, Rochelle." She said.
I stood up, turned to Petro, lift up my tank top to reveal my toned stomach and belly piercing.
"You're all good, girl! You need not to worry." He replied, sending a wink in my direction.
Becca stormed off and nearly pushed Angie, my publicist, out of the way.
She looked at me with a questioning look but shrugged it off in a matter of seconds.
"I'd rather not ask. Hi doll face! My goodness, are you feeling okay? You look ill as hell!"
What?!
"No I'm fine. Nothing Petro can't fix," I said with a warm smile, though, I'm starting to feel skeptical of myself. Maybe I am not feeling well.
At all.
As the time went by, I was playing mindlessly with my pendant while Petro was fiddling with my hair and makeup, waiting for the afternoon gossip news on E! Entertainment to show up in a few minutes.
"Good afternoon! I'm Malika Bam with your latest news. Sources revealed that the successful teen supermodel, Rochelle Black, has become, exactly, two shades lighter. It is summer and we all know Black for her sizzling exotic look and natural tanned skin. We all agreed that this is not a norm for the Portuguese beauty. Some say that it's her triangular pendant, which may be a sign of her serving the Illuminati. We will be back with more news after the break!"
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Vampire"Rochelle, it's by time you knew your fate. Your real one." Teen supermodel, Rochelle Black, had the same old life. Partying, hot male models, sex and repeat was what her loyal fans thought of her life. What they don't know is that it all comes cras...
