Camera flashes before me as I shift from one pose to another making sure that every detail of the dress is exposed and my face expresses a happy bride.
I'm a part-time model, specifically for bridal dresses. The magazine only releases quarterly so it don't take much of my time. It pays well plus it fits my schedule.
"Good job, Sky! You make me want to marry you as always." Gabe, the photographer, winks.
Yes, I requested to be called "Sky" on set and on the magazine. I'm not exactly a fan of people knowing what I really do. And Dom slurping frappe wearing shades in set watching me is confirmation of me not being a fan of people knowing what I do. Thanks fam for revealing my darkest secret.
Prim helps me move with the dress to my dressing room, "I don't think Gabe should sprout things like that anymore. I saw your boyfriend shooting daggers at him behind his sunglasses." She humored, I pretend to laugh remembering how Dom barged in calling me "heart" and even introducing himself to everyone as my boyfriend.
I kept myself busy with Marx, flipping pages toward socialism. As I ponder on revolutionary movements to free people from oppression, Dom orders our lunch.
How timely is my reading, Dom the oppressor that I want to overthrow.
Two packs of nuggets with five packs of gravy are served in front of me. Confused how he knows my usual order I wonder, "Dom, how do you know what I like?"
He takes his seat before giving me a reply, "My sister talks about you a lot after your trip together from Ontario."
"Why are you keeping your shades on?" I asked again, noticing that we started eating yet he's still wearing it.
He stops cutting his fillet and frowned at me, "Stop asking many questions. Just eat."
Sick and tired of his God attitude. I grit my teeth and breathe in deeply to let my voice out, "Dominic take your shades off." His forehead crease indicating the annoyance but it didn't bother me, "NOW" I heavily emphasized.
Dom followed my order. Well, at least now I know why he won't take his shades off without my outburst. He sports a black eye at the moment.
"I didn't think you'll get involved in violent fights." I stated curiously eyeing him.
"I don't but know that this..." he points at his single panda eye then continued, "is your fault. Take responsibility."
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Missed Call
Cerita PendekHe called. She didn't pick up. She missed the call. She missed him too. Air wears anime statement shirts while she trains to be a soldier of Marx through reading his works with her thick square-rimmed glasses to go against the oppression of Dom, the...
