y/n an ambitious and passionate woman with a burning desire for modeling decides to move to the bright lights of New York City believing it'll be the best place to start her career. However, fate takes an unexpected turn when she crosses paths with...
It was a crisp morning as I slowly awakened, my eyes still closed. Instinctively, I reached out to the other side of the bed, hoping to find him there. But to my disappointment, he had already left. I sighed. But I didn't think too much of it.
Stretching my arms, I relished in the feeling of relaxation after a good night's sleep. As I prepared for the day ahead, I knew that my life wouldn't be simple anymore. My career was taking center stage, and I had to sacrifice my free time for it.
But I had made peace with that. This was my chosen path, and I was determined to face the consequences head-on. I gathered my thoughts and carefully selected my outfit for the day - a black turtleneck, black shorts, and my trusty pair of black boots. Keeping my makeup minimal, I opted for a matte lipliner.
Pablo had instructed me to meet him at the agency. With the scandal still fresh in everyone's minds, my schedule had become packed, and people were eager to see me. I donned a pair of black glasses and wrapped myself in a warm fur coat, ready to brave the chilly weather. Surprisingly, the morning air felt less biting today, making the walk to the agency quite enjoyable.
I heard a few camera clicks, these damn paparazzis following me everywhere so fucking annoying. I grabbed my pack of cigarettes, lighting up one as I inhaled the smoke in my mouth before escaping my lips. I did that 2-3 times before I threw it to the ground, arriving to my destination.
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(imagine she's wearing the fur coat with it)
As I stepped into the agency, I tried my best to ignore the lingering eyes and hushed whispers. I had reached a point where I did not give a fuck about people's opinions. This was the start of my new life, and I wouldn't let anyone's words hold me back. Making my way to the elevator, I pressed the button for the second floor, taking a deep breath to calm my nerves.
Pablo stood by the elevator's doors, arms crossed, his gaze fixed elsewhere. He didn't even acknowledge my presence, simply gesturing for me to follow him. My heart sank, and my hands trembled. I prayed that this wouldn't be the end for me. "Dios mío por favor! I will behave from now on just don't take it out on me please" I thought to myself, eyes closed.
As we entered Pablo's office, I couldn't help but notice another figure sitting across from him. My confusion grew as I tried to figure out the situation, sending a "who the fuck?" look to Pablo. The woman wore a stylish hat that partially obscured her face, a chic Chanel jacket over a checkered dress, and elegant heels that completed her ensemble. With a slow turn of her chair, she revealed herself to be none other than the fashion designer of my favorite brand. My eyes widened in disbelief, and I couldn't contain my excitement, placing both hands over my face.
"It's such an honor to meet you! I absolutely adore your brand, Madame!" I exclaimed, taking a seat next to her, unable to hide my enthusiasm.
Pablo, his expression changing, placed both arms on the table and pressed his hands against his lips, studying the fashion designer intently.
