Stockholm Syndrome (Jelsa)

Fame

Elsa's POV

I got out the papers and glued my 1x1 picture on the small box on the uppermost left part of the paper.

I wrote my name, address, contact number, birthday and other more infos about me.

I'm Elsa Therese Arens. Daughter of the owners of the Arens Company. I'm 21 years old and I have a sister named Anna Kiersten Arens. I call her A.K.A. sometimes.

Our company isn't that well known for the whole world but it is famous in London. We sell the finest dresses, shoes, accessories and other more stuffs girl likes.

This year actually, we'll release men's selections.

Enough about our comapny let's talking about me.

I don't want to work for our company. My parents agreed that they will just have to pass the company to Anna when they saw that I really didn't want to work for them.

Excuse me, I don't want to earn money by just sitting down ona chair all day signing bunch of shits.

My hobbies are ice skating, motorcycle riding, playing sports, writing books and of course.... Modeling.

Being a famous model is my dream. I admire those sexy Victoria's Secret models who have coca-cola shaped bodies and on how comfortable they are walking on the runaway wearing only lingeries.

And my drean is just inches away. I was actually discovered by a man who's working at a famous company and he said he wanted me to be their model. And I just had to apply and they said they wanted ro interview.

TODAY is the interview. I just needed papers with my pictures on it. I grabbed my papers and walked downstairs.

There, I saw my parents.

"Honey, are you going to go for the interview now?" my mom asked.

"Yeah, mom." I said and dad chuckled.

"I bet you're not wearing that for your interview day." dad said making me friwn a bit and look at the dress I was wearing.

It was a signature blue dress I bought and it was pretty cute.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You're wearing this." dad ahowed me the dress they have been working on and I assure you that it was jaw dropping.

"Oh my God!" I gasped as I took the dress from dad's hand.

"You like it?" mom asked.

"I love it! Thank you very much!" I said and hugged them both. I quickly went upstairs to change my dress.

See, I'm really spoiled to my parents. The dress was a sparkling blue dress with a cute ribbon at the middle of it. I changed and looked at the mirror. Perfect.

I went downstirs and kissed my parents' cheeks.

"Bye, mom. Bye, dad." I said and walked.

"Good luck, Honey!" I heard mom say.

"I don't need luck to succeed." I said and they both laughed.

"We know! You could do it!" I heard dad say. Sed, how supportive. I got inside my blue ferrari and drove.

***

I have been sitting here for 10 minutes yet nothing is happening. The door opened and I saw a girl walk out from a room.

"You're next, miss." she said.

"Yes. And if it wasn't me who's next for another ten minutes, I'll be barging in the room and I'll be pushing out the other girls." I said and she bowed her head a bit.

Sorry if I already showed you a bad side of me. I'm just really impatient and the people here are too slow. I mean, come on people. Y'all ain't turtles.

I sat down on the chair and a guy was there. I looked at the name.

Eugene Flitzherbert..

Okay, then..

"Papers?" he asked and I gave him my papers. He hid it inside his drawer and I smiled at him.

"Name?" he asked.

WTF!? I gave you my papers, b*tch. And you'll be like asking me my name? Look at the paper, dude!

"Elsa Therese Arens." I said.

"Age?" he asked.

"21 years old." I said.

"Okay, Miss Elsa. We will have to see how you walk on a runaway. With heels." he said.

Oh come on. I wear heels everyday. Don't you dare underestimate me.

"Okay." I said. He stood up walking out of the room and I followed him.

Then we entered a room and I saw a girl with blonde hair.

"Hi! I'm Rapunzel. I'll be rating your walk from 1 to 10." she said.

"Just go behind that wall and walk naturally like a real model." she said. I did go behind that wall and I took a deep breathe. I made sure I had a good posture.

I walked to the runaway. I tried my best to look fierce but also there's a bit of a smirk. I reached the end and striked a pose. Then I walked back to where I started.

I heard giggles and Is aw Rapunzel approaching me.

"That was awesome! Now the last step. I'll be giving you five chances to give your best in giving a fierce and sexy look." she said. I stood by the white wall and she had her camera.

I put my hand on my head and parted my lips a bit.

"Tilt your head a bit." I did and she clicked on the camera creating a flash.

I put my hands on waist and bring my shoulders forward and smirked.

"Perfect." she whispered and clicked on the camera.

I turned my back at her and peeked through my shoulder. I put my hand on my arm and tilted my head upwards.

Flash

I sat down on a white chair and spread my legs a little bit and put my hands in between my legs.

Flash.

I ctossed my legs and looked at the camera and squinted my eyes a bit.

Flash.

"Whoo! That's a rap. Now, I'll just have to show this to the others and then wait for the result. You could stay here." she said.

"How many minutes will it take?" I asked.

"About twenty minutes maybe?" she guessed.

"Well, I'll just buy some coffee." I said.

"Okay. Just comr back after twenty minutes." she said.

***

I was at a table of a coffee shop and I was drinking my coffee when I saw the photographer. He had a beanie on which looked good on him.

He was Jack the photographer.

I got a newspaper while secretly looking at him. His table was a few feet away from mine. I got my phone out from my purse and took a photo of him secretly.

I didn't know why but I just did.

Got me looking so crazy right now
Your love's got me looking so crazy right now.

That song wa splaying inside the coffee shop. My lips parted and my eyes never left him as he walked out of the shop.

Author's NOTE

Yeah, Elsa's POV, everyone!

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