Undercover Model

Chapter 19

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Disclaimer: Rachid is French (in case you haven't noticed) and I've been taking french for five years, but I'm no pro, so any native french speakers, please correct me if anything is incorrect.

The next collection was my favorite. It was the Victoria's Secret-Balmain Collab, which was unlike anything I'd ever seen before.

I was wearing a plaid mesh bra and matching panties, rimmed with crystals. Along my waist was a belt, holding a long flowing cape in the back. Perched on my shoulders was a mesh of decadent flowers, enhancing the look.

I felt so powerful and so fierce wearing this—like I could accomplish anything.

I did a practice walk down the fake catwalk, the click of my heels matching with the beat of my heart.

The feeling was so amazing and euphoric, and to think this was only a  fitting.

It wasn't enough that I looked badass, I felt badass. Which was better? I don't know.

Rachid looked at the small cape tailing my dress. "It could be shortened un petit peu, but otherwise that, it looks fantastic.

Natasha walked in front of Rachid, earning an angry hmph from him. He rolled his eyes, not paying attention to her.

If this were anything else, I would have asked what was wrong. But this was my very first fitting, and I thought it would be best to keep my mouth closed.

"Alright, lets do a practice walk for this one too," Natasha says. Her entire demeanor made me want to shrink, even though I was a good foot taller than her, thanks to the heals.

I made my way to the practice runway, and did a few walks, spinning at the end. Capes were best.

"The belt is a little loose, but that's nothing we can't fix," Natasha exclaims.

"This set is one of my favorites so far, I say as I admire the outfit.

"Me too, it makes you look magnifique!" Rachid replies.

"Okay, we'll take this one to the back and fix it up," Natasha says as she measures my waist with a tape measure. "It's only half an inch off, so we should have it fixed in no time."

"Great," I answer as I am taken back, yet again to try in more styles.

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By the time Chelsea came back to pick Maricia, Jamie, and I up, I was exhausted.

Exhausted and wearing sweatpants, that is.

Trying on clothes seems fun and tireless, right? Hell no. You'd think with all the workouts I do, I'd be fine too. Double hell no.

When the black SUV pulled up, I eagerly hopped in. My hair was a mess, as an inevitable yawn escaped my lips.

As soon as I got in the car, I noticed that it was not Chelsea sitting in the passenger seat. It was Lydia, her assistant.

"Where's Chelsea?" I ask.

"She got stuck in a meeting, so she sent me to come get you," she replied dryly. Lydia had that kind of personality, the one where not a lot of emotion was included, which was probably why Chelsea hired her.

"I need to sleep," I prompted towards Jamie, who was laughing with Maricia.

"Well, you should. The show is in less than two weeks. You're going to need all the sleep you can get," Jamie exclaims, her voice bubbly from all the laughter.

"Yeah, don't remind me."

I yawn again, forcing myself to keep my eyes open. I couldn't fall asleep, yet.

Jamie and Maricia talked on and on about the show, or more specifically, hair and makeup.

I wasn't really listening, though. I was more focused on the show. The show. The make or break show.

I'd never modeled lingerie this vigorously before. Sure, I did some commercial shoots for Victoria's Secret, but never something this showy.

I yawned again as my eyes slowly closed, my mind slowly drifting away.

I woke up to Jamie's arms shaking me, her voice telling me to get up.

"What?" I whisper, my body still half-asleep.

"We're back."

"Back where?"

"The house, Candice. Where else?"

"Oh."

I sit up, my body slightly aching from the uncomfortable position in the car.

I knew it wasn't a good idea to fall asleep.

I slide out of the seat, my feet hitting the asphalt as I walk slowly inside.

"Chelsea called and said she's staying in the city tonight because of an early meeting tomorrow, so it's just you, Maricia, and I tonight."

"Well, I'm heading to sleep." I walk up the stairs leading to my room, barely kicking off my shoes before plopping down in my bed.

I look at my phone fore a second, only to see that I had 17 notifications., 16 of those from Brandy.

I tell myself I'll check those tomorrow, as I was more curious about what the other text was.

From: Mason

What?  When did I have his number in my phone? I was too tired to think about this.

I click on the message, carefully reading the words.

Mason: We need to talk. I'll see you at school tomorrow.

The last time I got a text like that, it resulted in a fake cousin and relationship coverup.

I set my phone down, my body momentarily paralyzed.

Oh well, I'll just deal with this tomorrow.

I haven't edited this, so if there's any grammar issues, please let me know!