Fate's Final Act

-CH 13- A new rival

VRAIN WALKER: ELITE MODELING AGENCY. (The dressing room)

"Ugh! Dammit, this is the third time you messed my hair up!" I yelled as I slapped the helper's hand away.

"I apologize, sir, but I have no idea how you want it to be to begin with."

"Are you kidding me? You're a so-called professional, and you don't even know how to style my hair to my liking?" I retorted, my voice dripping with irritation.

The helper looked at me nervously, clearly intimidated by my tone. "Sir, I.... I just..."

I cut him off, shaking my head. "Save it. Just get it right this time, idiot."

He nodded hastily and started working on my hair anew, his hands shaking a bit.

I sat there, annoyed and impatient. I clenched my hand tightly on my phone, glaring at the screen.

"Hurry up! I don't have all day," I snapped, drumming my fingers on the armrest of the chair.

"I'm trying..." he mumbled back, sweat starting to form on his forehead.

I growled through my teeth as I leaned forward to look at the article on the screen. "The fashion prodigy?!! He's been here for only a damn week!"

"That's complete bullshit," I spat, my eyes narrowing in frustration.

"I've worked my ass off for 5 years, and he just shows up, and suddenly he's the center of attention," I grumbled, scrolling through more articles about the young model.

I was getting more restless as time ticked by. I couldn't sit still. I started tapping my foot, shifting in my chair, and every once in a while, getting up to check my reflection.

The helper was struggling to keep up, trying to adjust my hair as I kept moving around. "Sir, you move too much..." he uttered, his voice strained.

I ignored his pleas, continuing my relentless pacing. "Just hurry up, damn it! I have enough shit to worry about already!"

"But -"

That was it. I stood up suddenly, knocking the chair down with a loud crash, and pushed the helper so forcefully that he stumbled backward, hitting one of the mirrors with a loud thud.

Various makeup products were also knocked off, falling to the floor and breaking. The assistant groaned in pain, rubbing the back of his head.

I didn't even spare him a glance. "Get lost," I growled, my eyes burning with anger.

The assistant hastily picked himself up and scrambled out of the room, leaving me alone in the room with the mess I had caused.

I let out a frustrated yell and stomped my foot on the floor. "Damn it all! That guy, Aiden, will ruin my life!"

I ran a hand through my hair, which was now a mess because of my own impatient actions.

I kicked a bottle that was on the floor, sending it flying against the wall. "And they praise him just because he has some goddamn 'natural beauty'? It's not fair."

I punched the dressing table, causing the mirror to shake violently. "Ugh!"

One of the female assistants opened the door to call me out, but I shot her a glare through the mirror that she immediately left hastily.

I was breathing heavily, barely containing my anger. Until, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

My hair was a mess, my face flushed with anger, and I looked like a complete psycho. I almost laughed at the irony. Here I was, a top model, throwing tantrums like a spoiled child.