HEARTS IN SCRUBS:A Medical Romance

CHAPTER FOUR

   I am currently sitting in front of a vanity that has my name written on it with lights.

   Why? Because I model for my mother's shows too fucking much to not have a vanity like this.

  I put lined my lips and put on deep red lipstick which was a lovely contrast to my dress, then I put some gloss over the lipstick because I love lipgloss. Simple as that.

  I looked at myself in the mirror and blew myself a kiss, whilst thinking about how fucking hot I was.

  A knock at the door distracted me from appreciating my good looks.

“Come in!"I said and Amara and Scarlet bother walk in.

They looked Fabulous, like if I wasn't as hot as I knew I was, I would have been jealous.

I would be lesbian for Amara, but I'm straight.

“Dang, y'all look amazing,"I say emphasizing on ‘amazing'.

“ yes we do,"they both say in unison and then we all burst into laughter.

“Bitch you look hot,"Amara says.

“That she does,"Scarlet agrees.

“Yes, yes I do,"I say giving them a spin.
That moment Ashton walks in not even bothering to knock.

“Ash, so you are suddenly incapable of knocking,"I deadpan to which he just shrugs.

He is currently in his suit and might I just say, he is slaying.

Sometimes I wonder how he's single, but I won't ever tell him that. I'd rather tell him he was a failed abortion, which I have done by the way.

“You girls look good,"he compliments.

“Good, no. We look phenomenal,"I say, Amara and Scarlet nod in agreement, making Ashton chuckle.

“Maybe you'll finally get I girlfriend,"I tell Ashton and he glared at me.

“I do not have issues getting a girlfriend,"He says and and I give him a look that says, ‘you sure about that?'

“Really... You got 99 problems but a bitch is  the first one,"I mumble and laugh when he looks ready to throw a chair at me.

What? I had to.

As Ashton is glaring at me mum walks in with a wide smile.

“You guys look amazing, I am the best!"Mum emphasizes and we all laugh.

“It's almost time for the show let's go backstage,"she says and we all nod in agreement.

Little piece of info, I haven't laced my corset yet. Why? Because, Just because.

And because you can't lace it by yourself.

Okay that is a contributing factor.

“Before we go, someone help me lace the corset,"I ask and Amara comes behind me to help me lace it.

She pulls on both ropes and it hugs my body tighter,“bitch you won the genetic lottery,"Amara murmurs.

“Yes, yes I did,"I say not bothering to deny it.

“All thanks to me,"mum says flattering herself, it is true though.

We make our way back stage where the remaining models are, you'd think that mom called us because she was short of models but nope, she just wanted us to model for her.

One thing about mom is that she always used the same models, like most of her shows you would she the same faces, hence why we are like one big family.