"Anastasia!"
The flashes greet me the moment I open the door of my townhouse. I'm glad I took the precaution of wearing sunglasses. These ones are oversized, gold rimmed, aviator-style - and marked with the interlinking gold letters HE, of course.
"Miss Du Kane!"
"This way, give us a smile!"
"Is it true you're featuring in this year's show?"
I close the door behind me, turning the key in the lock before slotting it into my purse. Black with a slanted gold bar, it too bears the letters HE.
"Over here, Anastasia!"
"Congratulations on the contract! Will you be at the show this year?"
"Turn this way, Miss Du Kane!"
The security assigned to me push away the manic paparazzi, allowing me to step out onto the street and into the car that awaits me. Just before I get in, I hear one last question:
"How does it make you feel, being the youngest ever Heaven's Empire model?"
I smile to myself, and if they're lucky, one of them might have caught it on camera.
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Heaven's Empire
Teen FictionYou thought you knew beauty. The girls gracing the covers of Vogue, the women who walked the catwalks only of the greatest designer names, the gazelle-like models who strutted runways in barely-there lingerie. Then came Heaven's Empire. A whole new...
