THE GIRL I KNEW

67. A LADY TREVILLE.

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GABRIELLA'S POV:

I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding as I pulled out of my reverie. My mind was so stuck on last night's confusing moments. Everything happened so fast. From meeting everyone, to reconciling with everyone, then...the moment with him, and the fight.

That fight.

My brain recollected the powerful punch on André's jaw given by Daniel. When I say I have never, I mean I have NEVER seen Daniel retaliate.

For the first fucking time, Daniel was violent. And it seemed he had been holding it in for years...MANY years. They were both ready to kill each other. At first, André was filled with rage as he threw punches at Daniel without any break, while Daniel took EVERYTHING. But then, when he lost every ounce of control, he was UNSTOPPABLE. It was like André transferred the anger to him as his eyes opened. Daniel was acting like a demon high on drugs and alcohol, and then André....he just kept on smiling like a psychopath. His energy was renewed just seeing him breaking his tolerance.

Thankfully, Jake and Wes were able to stop them at the end. I recalled how Chloé stared at André and Daniel with utter disappointment. She wiped her tears and registered a poker face.

"Kylie let's go home." She picked up her purse she fell by mistake and took Kylie without waiting for an objection. Both André and the latter stared at her with mixed emotions as she fled the scene.

"My darling, DARLING Gabriella!" Jose Hernandez waltzed into my trailer along with his entourage in long black heels. "I....need a tinie winie favor from you." He said with a puppy looking face.

My contract with La Modella wasn't over yet. They were planning their annual fashion show and this year's theme was wedding dresses. A crazy idea but with Jose Hernandez, everything was possible and he'll have all the fashion police talking for WEEKS about how he made such a prestigious fashion show focus on wedding dresses for.

"Sure...anything." I said as I stood up from my chair that faced the vanity, I was through with getting my make up done for today's photo shoot.

"Okay so there's a bride-to-be that's here. She's supposed to be at the shop but considering she's a very important client, I needed to bring her here so I can divide my time between the shoot and her if possible. Her mother wants NOTHING but the best so I'm put in a hot seat."

"Aaannnd?" I blinked.

"There's no extra trailer to put her in because it's occupied with the other models. Plus your trailer is the biggest and bridezilla is beefing with an Italian supermodel at the moment so we can't put her there. So I wanted to ask you if it would be okay if she stays with you for the day for her dress fitting. Would that be possible?" He asked hesitantly.

"Of course! I have no problem with that." I could use a friend for the day.

"GREAT!" He applauded and his entourage quickly applauded with him. "But!...there's one problem." He paused. "Despite I'm trying to please my new customer, I don't want to ruin my relationship with you by making you uncomfortable." He looked at his assistant — Cassandra who fixed her glasses then faced me.

"The bridezilla is your rightful man's new hoe." She spoke without hesitation.

"Cassandra!" Jose shrieked at her word as the rest gasped.

"Sorry sir...but everyone thought the same thing when she arrived." She shrugged and the others muttered in agreement.

"Wait...wait. Chloé? As in Chloé Williamson?" My ears were about to fall. Oh fuck no.