Fate's Final Act

-CH 10- Just a fashion show

The new modeling job I landed was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. Everyone on set was staring at me, and I mean everyone.

Girls swooned and drooled over me, asking for my number. I was so confused at first, I didn't know what they were talking about until they explained about these weird things called phones that people used to communicate and take pictures.

And that's when the problems started. Flash. Another flash. And another flash. The thing that I later learned was called a camera was blinding, and I couldn't even see straight.

I swear I thought it was a small cannon the first time I saw it.

But the lights were just the beginning. The job itself was physically demanding, I had to stand still for hours, strike poses, and try to look natural while the photographers shouted instructions at me.

The biggest shock for me, however, was when some of the staff members started touching me. They'd adjust my hair, brush away imaginary lint, and even lightly touch my face. It felt incredibly uncomfortable being manhandled like that.

Maybe Melody was right. This job IS exhausting!

And don't even get me started on the outfits they made me wear. One day, I was in a sharp suit. The next day, I was in a frilly dress shirt and tight pants.

I felt like a doll being dressed up and put on display for everyone to look at.

On top of all that, there was the constant pressure to look perfect. I had to make sure not a strand of hair was out of place. The smallest flaw could be magnified under the camera's lens

I was exhausted by the end of each day, but then I'd go back to the place I was staying in, which turned out to be this huge mansion. It was so luxurious that it felt like I was living in heaven.

And the bathtub. It was enormous, and I could immerse myself in it and let the warm water soothe my aching muscles.

I don't know if I liked this life I threw myself into. Everything was new and weird! Literally everything, their beds, their food, even the furniture was all the same white and navy blue color. It was as if I was still lonely but now rich as hell. I bet I lived in more luxury than the elf king himself.

I had things that emitted heat. They call them heaters. And damn! These things were really helpful. They helped stay warm, though I was literally a walking ice cube.

But the strangest thing of all was something called "social media." Apparently, the photos they took of me was shared there.

The man they called the manger, helped me get a phone, and even explained everything about it to me.

But I understood nothing, to be honest.

It only took me a week in this job, and almost the whole city knew about the new foreign model, who will sweep the fashion world.

I knew I could trick humans with my looks easily, but I never imagined that it could take me from being mistreated, abused, humiliated, and barely having a meal a day. To someone who's living like a literal king. They really did appreciate beauty like gold.

But even with all the success and luxury, I still felt empty inside, I had to stay in the human form for hours, and hours without a break, which made me almost get my identity exposed, because the ice trails would peak from under my clothes.

I knew I had to start the next part with my plan... to make Melody fall in love with me.

From what I've seen in the short time I worked here. Girls loved money more than anything. And I have more than enough of that... maybe I could use that to pull her into my trap. It's not like I am not already experienced with that...