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Evara was buzzing with excitement for her next project. It's a big opportunity, and she's ready to dive in with all the enthusiasm she can muster.
From the beginning, everything seems perfect.
But as she gets deeper into the project, she starts to notice the inconvenience of what's being asked of you. The team has a specific vision that's a bit different from her own.
It's a process of adaptation.
She finds herself adjusting her style and rethinking her strategies to fit their needs. Though it's not always easy, she's focused on staying positive and flexible.
In her mind each adjustment is an opportunity for growth.
From early morning fittings to late-night shoots, the demands of the job had drained her energy.
Despite the glitz and glamour, the long hours and high expectations were starting to feel overwhelming.
Her eyes, usually bright and full of enthusiasm, were now heavy with fatigue.
The constant need to be "on" for each shoot, each event, was wearing her down. She found herself craving a break, a moment to recharge and reconnect with herself outside of the relentless cycle of work.
Even though Evara had always thrived on the adrenaline of her career, the current schedule was pushing her limits.
The light flashed brightly as she stood there in her black undergarments.
Body shoots were a thing now since certain girls wore shapewear to make their curves sit more smoothly while in their black leggings and tops.
A few minutes later she was asked to give her fitting measures.
Once those were done she was free to go home and wait for a call back from Emmanuel himself. He wasn't too bad of a guy, he did have a high standard you had to aim for to get on his good side. He was a short thin man with jet black hair always greased up and slicked back with hair gel. He'd always wear neutral colors and have his nail beds clean.
Evara was now across from Madeline eating a huge pizza with her while in the hotel.
"Hey, how many calories do you think I'd gain?" Evara asked
"You mean how much weight?" Madeline asked as Evara slowly chewed
"Uh..yea" she nodded laughing a bit
"I dunno maybe 5 pounds if we eat trash for the rest of the week.." Madeline laughed as Evara nodded
"Where'd you get the money for this anyway?" She asked
"...my mom, she sent me 300 dollars the other night.." she smiled
"Your mom's an angel" Madeline smiled taking another bite out of the pizza.
"Yea...I also got Venice more food, wish our food was as cheap as his" Evara sighed
"You should've bought more drinks" Madeline rolled her eyes with an attitude.
"I didn't wanna waste 25 dollars on something we didn't need.." Evara replied
"Yea but now how are we supposed to have fun?" Madeline snapped
"You might be injured for now but this money is gonna keep us fed until you can actually start working" Evara snapped back.
"It's not a lot of money and you should be relived I'm trying to help the both of us out right now.." Evara says with a tone.
Madeline doesn't say anything.
"You're right I guess.." she sighed
Evara knew she was being reasonable when it came to their financial matters. Madeline was just a sad drunk, when she's sad she drinks— she's never not upset or sad. She had stoped working due to her drinking habits, she couldn't even stand straight for the camera at one point.
Evara was there outside waiting for her when they had threw Madeline out on the porch of the building.
While Evara was living in a depressing life she'd never imagined, Callum was living the dream—a dream that sometimes felt like a chaotic nightmare.
The journey to this point had been anything but smooth. Callum had faced chaotic auditions, intense media scrutiny, and the relentless pressure to keep up with an ever-evolving industry. His rise to fame was marked by sleepless nights and a persistent undercurrent of anxiety.
Amidst the dazzling chaos, Callum's thoughts frequently drifted to Evara. They had a deep, unspoken connection that had lingered just beneath the surface of their friendship. For a while, Callum had grappled with his feelings, afraid to risk what they had by confessing them. He felt like he was moving too fast with her but it satisfied him.
With work and traveling a relationship would not usually fit the picture but this time it did. He hated to say he felt lonely without Kira ever since they split up but he's felt free ever since, that didn't stop him from feeling lonely tho.
But today was different. When Evara said yes to going out with him, it felt like a moment of pure, unfiltered joy amidst the turbulence of his life. The relief and elation that washed over him were profound.
As he navigated the vibrant streets of Paris or relaxed in his elegant apartment, He was persistently occupied with thoughts of Evara. The idea of having her officially in his life brought a sense of calm to the frenetic pace of his days. Behind the glamour and chaos, Evara's acceptance felt like a beacon of stability, making the dream he was living seem a little more grounded and a lot more meaningful.
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