Cali Álvarez is a model living in New York. At a young age she witnessed her father's death in their home in Puerto Rico, resulting from a drug deal gone wrong. She and her mom relocated to the United States for a better life. Cali had her fair shar...
I scroll through my emails as I sat and got my makeup and hair done for my Cosmopolitan magazine photoshoot.
I click on one specific mail reminding me of my flight to Ibiza in a couple hours. Me and my girls were going on a mini vacay to unwind and let our hair loose. Since we all have hectic schedules, we made it a routine to travel to catch up with each other's lives.
"You're all set and ready," The makeup artist said as the hairstylist got done flat ironing my hair.
I lock my phone and dropped it in my Dior handbag and walk over to the wardrobe room.
I walk in and saw Celia getting help dressed by two female stylists. I met Celia on set a couple months ago for a Maybelline New York Commercial. We both came from Spanish background and hit it off right away.
"Hola chica, ¿acabas de llegar?" She said as I began to get dressed as well. (-"Hey girl, you just got here?")
"Si estoy cansada como la mierda estuve despierta toda la noche empacando," I said in response. (-"Yeah I'm tired as fuck I was up all night packing.")
We walk side by side towards the set.
"I'm ready to shake some ass with a margarita in my hand," She sticks her tongue out with her hands in the air.
"I'm ready to hit the clubs and the fucking beach," I said making Celia laugh.
"I can't wait," She said as we stood in front the camera.
"Alright ladies do your thing," The bald photographer said.
We took a good amount of photos before getting a new makeup and hair look with a different attire. Celia and I were on set for four hours until it was time to leave.
"I'll see you soon mama," I said, we did air kisses on the sidewalk in downtown Manhattan, before going our separate ways.
I close the door of the chauffeured SUV and was driven to my penthouse in SoHo. Using my house key I unlock the door and went straight to the bathroom to scrub the day off.
Exciting the shower, I slid on my robe and did my skincare. As I walk in my room I receive a two way call from Jatavia and Kenza. I met JT and Kenza at New York fashion weeks after party in 2019 and we've been friends ever since.
"Hello?" I answer.
"Where you at we're at the airport about to check in," Jatavia said.
"I'm getting ready to leave out give me fifteen minutes," I held the phone between my shoulder and ear while putting on a grey tracksuit from I.AM.GIA and my classic ultra mini Ugg boots.
"Hurry we're suppose to depart at two and it's now 1:30," Kenza notes.
"Okay I'm on my way," I end the call and did a double check before rolling my Rimowa suitcase out the front door.
When I arrive I checked in then jog to my gate, I embrace Kenza, Jatavia and Celia before we head down to the mini private jet.
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