Fashion's Princess

7| Lady Serpent

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The next morning consisted of me oversleeping my alarm. Because of that, I had Zack speed to my shoot for Cosmopolitan. 

"Zackary Colten !" I screeched out his full name, running my brush through my hair and successfully yanking out five strands. "I'm sorry! I can't go faster!" He said just as anxiously as me. 

I sighed loudly and sank back in my seat, trying to make myself look as camera ready as possible. I probably wasn't going to have any time for the magazine people to slap set makeup on my face. 

I suck. 

Daniela's name flashed on the Caller ID. I muttered a curse and picked up her call, as if I wasn't stressed enough already. 

"Skyler!" She barked. I winced and messed up my eyeliner. I wiped it off with my finger, only making it worse. I swore loudly and Daniela gasped on the other end. 

"You are in huge trouble, young lady! Hurry up and get to Cosmopolitan! You know what? Just for today, I'm sending you to Paris tomorrow. You'll be walking for Chanel and Alexandre Vauthier. If you're late for those too, I'm giving you a whole other two days in Paris, you hear?" She screeched and I nodded mutely. 

"Did you?" She asked. I continued nodding then realized she couldn't see that. "Well, hurry. Thanks to you, I have to push the Popsugar mention to next week." She huffed then hung up. 

I sighed and set my phone down and pouted at my reflection. Hair and makeup might as well fix it, I thought as I laid my head against the back of Zack's seat. 

"Did she threaten you with Dubai?" Zack asked, amused at my exhausted expression. "No, she used Paris this time." I mumbled, slumping even farther in my seat. 

When Daniela threatens to punish you, she will. Thanks to her, 2015 was hell. For an entire month, she booked me full. It was Versace mornings, Burberry afternoons, and Valentino evenings. Then she'd ship me all over the world to do Italian Vogue or British Cosmopolitan. 

"She's a demon." I complained and Zack chuckled. "Well, you are the one who overslept." He pointed out. I rolled my eyes and pouted some more. 

"Are we there yet?" I asked. "Almost." He promised. 

"You know," I said, "I look like a crack whore." I admitted. 

He glanced at the rearview mirror and shook his head. "No you don't." He reassured, trying to make me feel better. 

I shrugged and sighed. "I screwed up badly." I pursed my lips and grabbed my bag, getting ready to dash out of the car. 

"Well, you'll figure it out." He waved. I waved back halfheartedly and trudged up the steps. 

Suddenly, the paparazzi surrounded me, clicking away. The cameras blinded my already unfocused eyes. 

"Skyler! Did you break up with your boyfriend?" 

"Why is there eyeliner on one eye and not on the other?" 

"Did you fight with one of your besties?" 

"Are you late for a magazine shoot?" I shouldered past them, knowing that answering their questions would just make it worse. They make up their own stories anyways. One thing you can rely on with the paparazzi, you don't need to tell them anything. 

I opened the door and got in. Instantly, two hair and makeup people surrounded me, cleaning my face and setting my foundation. 

"It's just a video interview, okay? Nothing to worry about." They fussed. I nodded and flopped in a chair.