"No, no, no. Wear this, not that. That dress makes you look like a nun. Please, we're going to Fashion Week, not to church." My mother said, looking at my chosen attire. She handed me a white dress.
"There is nothing wrong with what I'm wearing, mother. It's practically the same as the that one! Except it's floor-length and it's black." I said, struggling to keep my calm.
"Fine," She said giving me another dress, it looked the same as the one I'm wearing. It was floor length sleeveless and v-necked, but it was red, and it had a slit running up to my upper thigh. "Wear this instead."
I gave out a sigh, then walking away, I went into my bedroom, changing into the red dress.
"Soon, Becca, soon, your going to be away from her. Just be patient." I murmured to myself, looking at my reflection in the mirror.
***
I sat there watching supermodels walk the runway in exotic dresses.
I'm not envious like other girls would be, I didn't want a job like that, sure it would be fine being a model once in a while. Still my mother wanted me to be just like her. A famous supermodel, beautiful, gorgeous.
But that wasn't my dream job. I wanted something else, something more.
I grabbed my purse, excusing myself to go to the bathroom. As soon as I got there I punched in a number.
"Bonjour. What can I do for you, my friend?" asked a friendly voice with a hint of a French accent.
"I need your help to run away."
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Rebellious Rebecca
RomanceAfter being controlled all her life by her supermodel of a mother, 20-year-old Rebecca Snow plans to runs away from her crazy life. She wants to start anew. But she doesn't know where to start. She didn't really have a plan to begin with. Until she...
