FLAWLESS

CHAPTER 13

Shanelle POV

As the candlelight flickered on the table, casting dancing shadows across the room, Vincent and I began to savor our dinner. The tantalizing aromas filled the air, creating an ambiance that complemented our growing connection. As we savored each bite, the conversation naturally drifted towards my modeling career, sparked by Vincent's genuine curiosity.

"So tell me," Vincent began, his eyes filled with intrigue, "how long have you been modeling?"

A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I reminisced about my journey. 

"It's been three years now," I replied. "Ever since I stepped foot onto the runway for the first time, I knew I had found my passion. Modeling allows me to express myself, to tell stories through art and fashion. It's exhilarating to transform into different characters and showcase unique designs. I've grown so much during these years, both as a model and as a person."

Vincent's gaze held a mixture of admiration and curiosity as he listened intently. Emboldened by his genuine interest, I continued to share my joy. 

"I love the challenges that come with this industry. The constant hustle, the auditions, the photoshoots—it pushes me to strive for excellence. And the best part is seeing the final product, the culmination of everyone's hard work. I feel alive, like I'm fulfilling my purpose with every step down the runway."

A warmth spread across Vincent's face, evident in his eyes. He appreciated the passion that emanated from my words as if he could feel the fire that fueled my career. But then, it was my turn to inquire about his life, to learn about the man who had become such an integral part of my own.

"Okay enough about me. I wanna know more about you. Tell me more about your family and your gang or groupies. Whatever you call it," I asked, my voice tinged with curiosity. 

Vincent's demeanor shifted subtly as he leaned back, his gaze searching my face. 

"My gang, Shanelle, they're my family," he confessed. "We've been through thick and thin together, protecting each other when no one else would. It's a dangerous life, no doubt, but we've learned to watch each other's backs."

I could see the weight of his experiences etched in the lines of his face. There was a raw honesty in his words that both intrigued and humbled me. 

"We do what we have to do to survive," he continued. "We make tough choices and navigate treacherous paths, all for the sake of loyalty and survival. We've forged a bond that transcends blood."

Vincent's vulnerability evoked a sense of understanding within me. It was a reminder that everyone carries their own burdens and battles. 

"What about your family? You never really seemed to talk much about them. 

"My family... it's complicated," I confessed, my voice faltering for a moment. 

"Living up to their expectations was suffocating, and I felt trapped. Modeling became my loophole, my escape from the family business that they desperately wanted me to be a part of." I took a deep breath, allowing myself to continue. 

"It was tough, always striving to meet their standards, feeling like I was never enough. But with modeling, I found my voice, my freedom. I discovered a path that allowed me to pursue my dreams on my own terms."

As Vincent absorbed my words, he reached across the table, his hand gently resting on mine. It was a silent reassurance, a reminder that he was here, listening, and understanding.

With dinner completed and a glass of wine in hand, we settled onto the plush couch. The dim lighting created an intimate atmosphere, and I felt a growing sense of comfort with Vincent. The time had come to share more about my family, beginning with my sister, Shelby.