The Murdered Model Mystery

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My suspicions came true 3 weeks later. No one had seen Chloé in weeks, and I was getting very worried. Every single second of every single day worries filled my head, what if she dies?! What if she is secretly smoking or taking drugs?! What if she attempted to kill herself?! What if she is being abused?! Is she in a hospital? Extremely unlikely to happen things like that filled my head, but of course when I label something unlikely it becomes likely and happens.

It all started when I was at lunch, I got a call from Chloé's mom telling me to immediately come to my best friend's house. I didn't even ask a question or even THINK before I ran out of the school and sprinted to my car. I was probably driving 20 miles above the speed limit as I drove to Chloé's house. Tears flooded my eyes from all the stress and worry about my best friend's unknown state. I couldn't help but shake off the feeling that something had happened over the time that Chloé was out sick, something very wrong has happened.
As I got out of my car and raced to the front door, I rang the doorbell at least 20 times before her mother (Gretta Le Dellé) answered. I expected her to scold me for ringing the doorbell more than I should've and overreacting over a simple phone call. However, when I saw the tear-stained face of my best friend's mother I felt fresh tears replace the old dried tears that I had shed on the drive here.
Immediately after I demanded she tells me what happened between my sobs.
"J-just c-come ins-side, h-honey-y." Mrs. Le Dellé's voice was shaky and I could tell she was holding back sobs.
I followed Mrs. Le Dellé through the house until we got to Chloé's bedroom. As I approached the room I prepared myself for what I was about to see, and I walked into the room with my eyes pressed closed. I shakily opened them and there was Chloé. But it couldn't even count as Chloé.
She looked so pale and . . . peaceful? Just like Christina, I thought, just instead I'm seeing someone I knew better. As I stared at my best friend's limp, fragile, and broken state I felt my already-tear-stained face overcome with tears. As I pressed my eyes together, an image of her bright green eyes flashed through my head. Those gorgeous green eyes, why didn't I ever compliment her on them? She didn't deserve this, I should be there instead. As I stared into those green eyes that would never open again, I felt more tears run down my face.
My best friend was gone. How could I ever recover from this? 

Suddenly hundreds of memories flashed through my mind. My subconscious was trying to tell me something . . .
I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the memories and images. I thought of what Christina said when I had first seen her house . . . "I'll be back in few hours, honey. I'm just going to a friend's party." Could she have been going to Alexandra's party for her exclusive friends?
As I remembered more memories I started to piece together the mystery. Everything was clicking.
Chloé had said that all of the models who were murdered went to the party. She said that some of the guests thought the scent was sketchy and threw it out . . .
Could it be her? No . . . It couldn't. This was just a coincidence, right?
But no. There was too much evidence to just suggest that it was a coincidence . . .
That was when I realized that the so-called 'Murdered Model Mystery' was solved, I had uncovered the 'Model Murderer'.