A modeling agency takes their top models on a once in a lifetime trip to Ibiza. Fantasia and Taraji are at the top of their category and are the center of attention for the trip. Life seems perfect in paradise until Fantasia's VIP boyfriend goes mis...
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Taraji
The hardest part of loving someone is never knowing when to let go. People constantly try to hold and squeeze the one they love tightly so that they never have to say goodbye. But the harder they squeeze, the more likely their partner is to leave. I wouldn't say that I love Fantasia, but I care too much about her to let this be our goodbye. I needed to protect her the way nobody else was going to. I was all that she had at the moment, and I ruined my chance to keep her near me. I didn'T even squeeze her that tightly. I didn't hold on to her as much as I could have. I didn't even try to keep her to myself. I tried to protect her, yes, but I wasn't trying to be her guardian.
My searches are going nowhere. It doesn't matter how far or long I look, I continue to come up empty. The information I got was more than enough for me to create my mental storylines about what's happening, but it's all too confusing to make out. Every line I get to is interrupted by something else. I never know when something is going to start or end.
"That's crazy." Angie walked in with a bagel in one hand, and a water bottle in the other.
"What is?" I asked her. She put her bagel down on the table in front of me and took a seat in a chair. Her energy was high. I could tell she had just gotten her nails done because all of the space I remember seeing from her outgrown nail was gone. "I like your nails." I complimented.
"Thank you, hun. I remember the story Tasia told me about how she and Colton met, and around that exact same time was when he apparently got married to Nadira."
"What the hell?"
"Yea I know. There are no pictures at all of Nadira and Colton ever being seen together. It's a legit marriage on paper, but we know it isn't one in real life. There's no way in hell those two had even sat in a room alone for more than ten minutes." I try to listen to her without having random thoughts of her being involved. For the past few days, I've been accusing any and everything under the sun. Whatever breathes had the possibility of setting all of this up.
"Why do you think that?
"The interactions I saw of them together seemed so dry and empty. They would have probably been better siblings than anything else."
"I mean, there had to be a reason. How are their families even related?"
"From what I know, Nadira's dad worked for them. I do remember her telling me that more than anything else. I don't know why the marriage thing came up though."
"Hm. Did you get in contact with anyone else after the emails?"
"Not really, nobody has been responding. Times like this, I wish I was a hacker."
"Times like this? Does this happen often?" I turned my head quickly in shock and she shook her head.
"No, but this is always a possibility. You have to be prepared for anything at all times."
