The Blue Hearted Devil Himself

Big shoes to fill

I got involved with Fresco Loni a photographer who seems intrigued with me apart from the side job I do for his close friend Will Ivers. And a bunch of other photographers.

I stand in the middle of the banquet surrounded by models and photographers and fashion designers. I'm in a low red low cut dress Emilianna is on Lily's hip.  Mingling.

I bite my lower lip feeling out of place these people come from money and good families and if they have kids they're married.

I'm none of those things. I basically prostitute myself just to make rent.
I really wanna give Emilianna the life she deserves.

I catch Emilianna glaring with a binky struggled in her mouth as she clutches Lilys dress. Lilys talking to A director and the directors wife. Seeming infatuated with Emila Mr Aneta's walks up to Ms with his bald head gloating underneath the warm light
"Katerina you look lovely tonight."

"Thank you" I say sweetly

"you clean up nice as well." I say engaging in the small talk that goes on for more than 20 minutes.

I finally make my way out of his view and into another person Ms Windors she designs dresses for seaux I listing to her words but then I'm exhausted from having to deal with everyone. I shouldn't have came but Lily pointed out how this is a good way to get myself out there.

She's right I'm meeting tons of important people tonight but I'm just a face and body to them they don't know anything about me. I was a swimsuit model for only 4 months.

. I idolize Reyon Dex she's amazing started as an immigrant and made herself big she deserves her success. She's a millionaire with three fashion lines. I stumble into an empty room it's a library with a red coach candles lighting up just a little bit. Dark red patterned carpet that matches the hideous couch.

I sit down seeing a large figure in the window a very big man shadow "I'm sorry I didn't know anyone was in here."
"It's no big deal"
I hear his voice.

"Colten.. what are you doing here?" I ask confused with his presence. "You should meet your father."
" I don't want to" I say defiantly "I didn't need one when I was a kid I certainly don't need one now."

"Can you trust me?" He asks out of the blue

"no" i whisper I want to because it's nice having someone to count on "i cant i have a daughter this isn't just me i need to protect her and you aren't protection." I stammer "yeah you make me feel good occacially you use to make me feel like crap all the time you let him break my leg my leg Colten for no reason." tears burn my eyes i know it wasn't his responsibility "but you should've. because you wanted to."  I ramble bring up the incident on why I'll never be a runway model.

I'm short for starters but I have a limp from my leg not healing properly after it was broken forcefully pushed backwards almost every bone in my foot was broken. I've been told how beautiful I could be if my leg wasn't jacked up.

I look at the surgery scar that's typically covered with foundation. I was bruised up I felt ugly I wasn't use to that. But having scars all over me after I was nearly beaten to death over drugs or money.

"Katerina your right."
"I know I'm right." I whisper my mouth closes "you think he's worth all the drama." I say trying to change the subject. "I know he isn't but knowing what you know now you feel like you should give him the opportunity to be a dad." I say quietly and he shrugs before he shake his head. "I think you're better off without him. But that's not my decision to make it's yours." Then why should i talk to him.

I finally found the confidence to look at him.

i turn my head towards Colten "September 14th' he says Emilia's birthday i tilt my head "i already knew you had her." his eyes linger on my neck. I lift my hand up to the counter. "you were stalking me?" I whisper breathlessly he shakes his head "i was there." My lips purse in confusion. "What do you mean?"