Beautiful Prisoner

Chapter Five

It was another day. I had spent the entire night waking researching how I could possible walk like a perfect model. I had the basics but as I learnt more about my mother's modeling I realize that although she walked with good posture she had her own style of walking. Her eyes connected with you as she glanced your direction, I hated to admit it, but she was very good. Her body was long, slender and very attractive. I stared in admiring her, even though she was my enemy. Her hair bounced gracefully as she floated down the runway, none could be compared to her.It was then that I had given up the hope to surpass her.

The morning we ate and the host offered to take the models on a tour through the city, although that sounded very pleasant, I declined. I was a bit depressed and wanted to mop alone. When all the girls left I wander through the mansion. The large mansion was spotless, the floors of marble were as smooth as glass. The rich chandeliers hug from room to room, stunning anyone who entered with a dazzling brightness. The garden outside was being prepared for the runway show, but the scent of the flowers filled the entire building. Everything together appealed to all my senses, and helped brightened my dampened spirit.

By the time everyone had returned we were ready to rehearse for tomorrow's event.

"Models gather around, I'd like to introduce our main designer for this year's show, her name is Florence Young has never disappointed me since I began working with her," said a firm and familiar voice.

"Madame you do me a great honor, but your instructions have always been clear, therefore I can never fail you." She said with a French accent. "I will have all these girls looking brighter than the stars themselves, tomorrow will be an incredible night for all."

"I trust you," my mother said, resting her hand within Florence. Her eyes meet mine for a second but I could not read her expression. Whether she was here to make sure I fall or not, I was determine that I would try my best. I hadn't gotten a lot of practice but I was imitating the girls who were trying out the runway. A model called Sam gave me some helpful tips.

"Emily, let's go!" said the beautiful red head Sam.

"What's going on?"

"God! You really don't know a thing about this show do you?" she said a little bit surprised. "Just stick with me. We have to go backstage to start preparing. Work, work and more work. Tonight is a sleepless night!"

We entered the back, the room was a bit congested with clothes stands in rows. There was forty five girls in this show and they were all here, along with hair stylist, make-up artist and designers. We all tried on our outfits and rehearsed the entire show, I had never experience anything as hectic as tonight. By two in the morning we were finally finished, some of the girls had left earlier since they had already been waxed earlier, manicures were done and we were told to well moisture of skins with a given ointment. I crept into my bed exhausted, without a second thought I fell asleep.

"Emily, wake up!" Sam said, irritatingly pulling me to wake up. I opened my eyes and she stopped, "You're strong sleeper, we're gonna miss lunch if we don't hurry." She grabbed my hand and barely waited for me to pack away my toothbrush before we were running down to the dining room.

The serving table had a variety of salads, but my stomach grumbled in complain. Since I had been here I had only eaten salad and was now missing the taste of a roast beef or a savory chicken baked until tender. Since I was starved, I ate the salad which was forced down with a glass of vegetable juice. Full but not completely satisfied I walked with Sam to the garden where the show was about to begin.

"Alright everyone first outfits!" said Florence.

"Are you nervous, Emily?" said Sam, with a strange smile.

"No, I am fine." She smiled even more, "After tonight we won't be seeing each other again, but I think you should be a little more worried, after all this show changes your future!" She walked away going over to her stylist but left me a little confused by what she meant, but time did not allow me to think of what she said again. I got dresses as fast as I could and was sent onto the runway. Calmly I followed the girls and walked down, this was our shortest time on the runway as we were just introducing our faces to the audience. The light flashed straight at our eyes so we couldn't see the people looking at us, but the we could hear them mumbling.

As we came back we were taken to redo our hair, before we all wore the same clothing and had the same hairstyle, now they were changing up our appearance.

"Emily," said Florence, she smiled kindly and it touched my heart, "A tip, when you go out don't try to be like everyone else, sometimes you have to realize some of own your personality in order to capture the hearts of your audience. You already have the body, the looks and your eyes just add some confidence. You will surprise yourself of your results."