Years later
"Sister!" Ivy yelled from down the hall, I opened my bedroom door and shushes her. "Kam has baseball practice in am hour and he's taking a nap!" I whisper yelled "oh sorry," she said, tip toeing into our room. "Where's Kalin?" She asked "at work, what do you want?" I asked "well geez sis, I just wanted you to come to my photo shoot with me," she said. Ivy started modeling for Vogue a few years ago, but she wants be eventually model for Victoria Secret. "Well I have nothing else to do, I can go once I drop Kam off," I answered "okay I'll be in the kitchen eating your food," she said, leaving the room, I rolled my eyes. I walked down the hall and into Kam's room, he laid in his bed snoring loudly. I walked over to him and started patting him "Kam we gotta get up buddy!" I said, he opened his eyes and yawned "okay mommy I'm up!" He said, pulling the covers off of himself. I watched as my 4 year old walked into his bathroom and started to get ready for practice. "Okay I'll be downstairs with your snack," I said, leaving his room. Ivy sat on the island in the kitchen devouring Doritos "those are Kalin's, he's gonna kill you," I said, opening the fridge. "Kalin knows he's scared of me deep down," she said, I chuckled. My phone started vibrating, it was Kalin
A- hello
K- hey babe, just calling to clarify, I'm supposed to pick Khadi up after work?
A- no you're picking Kameron up from practice, I'm picking Khadi up
K- okay got it! I gotta get back to work, I love you
A- I love you too
Kalin has a manager position at McCall Tech, it took a lot of convincing before he decided to work at my dad's company. Kameron skipped downstairs in his baseball gear "hey Aunt Ivy," he said "what's up kid," she said, fist bumping him. I sat his sandwich on the counter and watched as he hopped onto the bar stool to eat it. "Where's daddy?" He asked "at work, but he's gonna come get you from practice," I answered I nodded stuffing his sandwich into his mouth. "Alright let's go, I have to be there in like 30 minutes," Ivy said, hopping off the counter. We all hopped into her BMW, we dropped Kameron off before heading to the Vogue building. "Ivy! Whats up!" Everyone yelled as we walked in "alright we have to get your hair and makeup done," a guy said, whisking her away. I took a seat, scanning the building full of different clothes and accessories. Ivy was finally dressed "Troye, fan," the photographer said. The guy instantly activated a huge fan to blow Ivy's hair back ad she posed "yasss work Ives," some woman yelled, she laughed. The photographer looked around and stopped at me "who are you?" He asked "oh I'm just her sister, she wanted me to come watch," I answered. "You look familiar, what's your name?" He asked "Alana," I answered. "As in....Alana McCall, the greatest college volleyball player with the record of 32 serves during a game without missing any," he said stunned. "Well Alana White now and yes that's me," I said "wow nice to meet you," he said, shaking my hand. "How would you like to model for Vogue?" He asked, Ivy smiled "well I'd have to talk to my manager, but I'm sure she'll be glad to have you," he finished. "Id have to talk to my husband first," I stated "that's great, give me a call," he said, writing his number down. "Well thanks, I have to go, see you guys," I said leaving.
