Victoria's Secret Angel

Twelve

Jasmine and all of the other girls walked through the back of the giant mansion, tastefully decorated with a variety of Halloween decor. There was no end to the fake spider webs surrounding them and every few feet something would pop out.

"Ahhhh! Shit! Not again!" Sam screamed as a bat flew in her face. It was plastic, but still all the more menacing. Mia clutched onto Sam's arm tighter while Sam threw the bat to the ground.

"Watch it, Sam. We're working this party and you're stomping on their stuff. Do you want us to get fired," Jasmine said, clearly annoyed at Sam's immaturity.

Sam grunted and followed them to the women's changing room. Inside were all of the models hired for this gig, dressing up in skimpy Halloween costumes that were the complete opposite of scary.

"Jasmine, Sam, Mia, and Kendal, I presume?" said a woman in a pretentiously high pitched voice. They nodded. "You're late. Now here are your costumes. Hurry and change.

"Bitch," Sam mumbled under her breath as the woman marched away. Jasmine jabbed Sam in the side.

Kendal peeked into the small costume bag. Just the size of the bag was making her nervous. She carefully pulled out black and white fabric and chuckled to herself. A sexy french maid...classic. She looked around to see what the others had pulled out of their magic bags. Jasmine was an Arabian Princess, Sam a sexy referie, and Mia a sexy Nurse. All costumes had fit them perfectly, except Kendal. She didn't understand why she had to be the maid.

After getting dressed, they followed in suit with the other models walking into the kitchen. They each took a tray of hour d'ourves and ventured out into the party room, each going they separate ways.

Jasmine wound her way through the crowd of people with delicate shampagne glasses in their hands. All of their costumes were first class with many complex pieces making up their character. Jasmine was genuinely impressed, and that doesn't happen often.

That impressed feeling she had, however, quickly vanished when someone cupped her ass and whispered perverted things into her ear. She ignored him, knowing how to handle the situation prefessionally. He seemed drunk, anyway, so he'll probably forget her once he sees another girl.

She had worked many of these parties before, so she was used to this kind of behaviour. This was her first Haloween one, though, so instead of men checking her out it was Count Draculas and Sea Monsters.

All of a sudden she saw a flashback through the passing people in the room. A familiar face was wondering around the balcony entrance. Jasmine resisted the urge to sprint across the room, and instead quickened the pace of her walk, respectfully passing the guests as she made her way through them.

He heart beat began to race as she got closer and sweat began to bead on her forehead. Her green eyes widened in a frantic search for his face. She just saw an angel and she wasn't about to lose him.

It can't be. She thought. It can't be him.

She came to a halt at the balcony door. He was there, leaning on the stone and facing away. He wore a simple white suit and his dark hair was slicked back. Tears formed in Jasmine's eyes.

She gently placed her tray down and slowly made her way towards him. She was about to tap his shoulder when he spoke.

"I'm not him, you know," he said. Jasmine jumped back, surprised by his words.He turned around and she gasped.

It wasn't him. But this man looked so much like him...like the love that once filled her life with limitless joy.

"T-Then who are you?" Jasmine reluctantly asked, wiping the tears from her eyes.