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Shobhana's POV
No way.
No way.
No way.
No. Way.
I cannot believe this is happening. I'm going to do a photoshoot with Taylor Swift.
I repeat: Taylor Swift.
I couldn't stop pacing around my apartment, my mind swirling with excitement and disbelief. This was the kind of opportunity I dreamed about when I first moved to New York.
But now that it was actually happening? My heart was doing flip-flops in my chest. Oh my god.
I was so overwhelmed by the thought that I literally fell backwards onto the couch.
"My heart can't take this, Susan! Catch me!" I screamed.
Susan, who had been lounging on the couch scrolling through her phone, jumped up just in time to catch me.
The two of us tumbled to the ground in a chaotic heap of laughter.
"Oh my god, I can't even breathe," I gasped, clutching my stomach. "Taylor Swift!"
Susan shook her head, still giggling as she propped herself up on her elbows. "When do you start?"
I couldn't even form a coherent sentence. I just waved my hands around wildly. "I—I need to meet with her first and then we'll discuss everything! Oh my god, this is really happening!" I managed to stutter out.
Susan raised her eyebrows and shot me a look. "Shobhana, you're going to have a panic attack if you keep this up. Calm down."
I sighed dramatically, sinking back onto the couch. "How do I calm down, Susan? I just talked to Taylor Swift. My entire life has led to this moment." I was practically hyperventilating now.
Susan rolled her eyes, but her grin was wide. "Alright, I'll catch up with you later. James and I are going on a date. Byeeeee." And with that, she was out the door, leaving me alone with my spiraling thoughts.
I slumped back on the couch, feeling the weight of everything pile on top of me. Five months.
Five months since everything fell apart with Shubman. Five months since he said those hurtful things, and I had made the decision to move forward without him.
