(Crystal)
Melanie pulled up to the gated house and hit the intercom.
"What do you want?" a gruff voice demanded.
"Hi, I'm Melanie Mason. I used to be one of Vicky's top models," Melanie bragged.
"Right, she is expecting you," the gruff voice buzzed the gates open.
As we pulled up to the three-story mansion, Melanie gave us instructions. "If she asks, you are all going to prom, need nice clothes, and I said I could hook you up. Got it?"
We all nodded.
"By the way, Vicky can be a little overwhelming at first so be warned," she spoke as we piled out of the truck and made our way up the mansion's marble steps. The door opened before Melanie could even knock.
A small figure bolted out and swooped her into a hug. "Melanie, dear, you look as wonderful as always and you brought me gorgeous youngsters to dress. This will be a wonderful day," Vicky clapped her hands and pulled each one of us into a hug.
She was small boned, with long arms, her strawberry-blonde hair swung at her mid-back, and her silver colored eyes sparkled with youth.
"Now, get with your dates," she smiled cheerfully.
I stood by Scott, Adrian next to Victoria and Kira next to Puck, who looked like he was going to puke.
"Perfect, now follow me," Vicky spoke cheerfully, taking Melanie's hand and dragging her up next to her. They chatted about missed years while we followed behind them. This house had to be made purely of marble stone. It just shined and shimmered at every turn. As we turned to go up the second flight of stairs a beautiful chandelier hung above us. We went up the last flight of stairs before we reached the top level. We all gaped at the beautiful clothing before our eyes. The top floor was just one massive room that had clothing all around the sides, in the center and everywhere. It had ties, belts, shoes, and every decorated accessory in history. In the opposite corners were the dressing rooms. To the right, dresses, short, long, puffy, and smooth met your eyes. In every shade of color possible. To the left, suits met your gaze in every color as well. Some striped and others checkered. An older colored man came up, "Boys, this is Demetrius. He and I will be working together to get you and your dates in the right colors. Plus make you all look fabulous together." Vicky lead us girls away, laughing and smiling, while Demetrius pulled the boys away. "Go ahead, look around ladies."
Victoria headed for the purple dresses, while Kira headed for the blues, and I started for the blacks, but Vicky stopped me.
"Oh, no dear, we want something that you will look gorgeous in, I was thinking red," Vicky steered me to the reds and helped me pick out an assortment of dresses. We then proceeded to try on multiply different styles, different lengths, different shades. We finally finished and it was 6:00 at night. The boys finished around the same time as we did. We walked down the steps and exited through the doors.
"Thank you Vicky, you have no idea how much this helps us," Melanie hugged her and Vicky nodded.
"If you ever want to get back in the model business, come find me," Vicky smiled broadly.
"'You know I will, thanks again," Melanie ushered us away and Vicky waved goodbye until Demetrius handed her the phone and she turned to take the call, talking cheerfully. We got in the truck and made our way back to the apartment.
"Why did you stop modeling?" I asked the burning question everyone wanted to know.
"Too much attention," Melanie deadpanned.
YOU ARE READING
The Rarest One
WerewolfWhen Crystal Mason is captured and used as a test subject for a deadly serum, she has only one choice...she must get out. She escapes and goes on the run, but the problem is, her baby brother is left at the compound with a madman. When the treatme...
