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Hypocrite

Vivian's P.O.V

I sent the snap to Justin, locked my phone and took a deep breath.

Rowen and I were on our way to do a quick interview with Vogue magazine. The fact that Vogue magazine was even considering to mention my name in an article was a huge deal.

We were meeting the journalist at a breakfast spot to do the interview. It was 7 in the morning, and I was exhausted.

Grrrrllllllll.

I looked down at my growling stomach. I was also starving.

"Wow," Advik whistled, as he was driving us to the restaurant. "I heard that from all the way up here."

"Sorry," I nervously laughed. "I barely had time this morning, I had no choice but to skip breakfast."

I had plenty of time though. It was just there being only two days until the show, I didn't want to risk gaining any sort of weight.

"Darling, look at me." Rowen demanded, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Huh?" I looked at her.

Rowen scoffed in disgust. "Jesus, Vivian! Cover your bags. You look like you haven't slept in weeks." She quickly rummaged through her purse.

I yawned, and took the concealer she shoved in my face and the pocket mirror she offered with it.

"Of course I haven't slept well in weeks, Ro. The fashion show is in two days." I say, dabbing the light concealer over the dark circles.

"And that helps you so much. You look like a raccoon for crying out loud." Rowen scoffed.

Stacks, is what the restaurant was called. I walked in first, greeting the journalist with my hand out.

"Hi, I'm Angelique. It's so nice to meet you, Vivian." She smiled, shaking my hand.

"You too, I'm excited to be here with you today."

Angelique, Rowen, and I all sat in a booth together. Angelique had a pen, a journal, and a tape recorder all in front of you.

"I hope you don't mind, I ordered all of us breakfast. Just a stack of pancakes, you really can't go wrong with pancakes, right?" She laughed.

"Perfect, Vivian and I are famished." Rowen replied.

Oh god.

Angelique started the tape recorder. "So I just wanted to say congratulations on everything, Vivian. You're doing such an outstanding job."

"Thank you so much, I appreciate it." I smiled.

"This has been a life long dream for you, hasn't it?"

"Yes, I've always admired supermodels growing up. You know, models like Cindy Crawford, Adriana Lima, Naomi Campbell. Seeing such strong, beautiful women on the covers of magazines and walking down runways was always mesmerizing to me."

"Have you made any new friends along the way?"

"Yeah, I've met a lot of great people doing this. I just recently met Bella Hadid at a fitting, so I know that's kind of a big deal. And I consider Cara Delevingne a great friend of mine, and she's given me plenty of great advice that'll come in handy dealing with my career and all."

"I think you're leaving a certain someone out. Can we talk a little about Justin Bieber and what he is to you?"

I looked at Rowen then back at Angelique. I made a signal to stop the tape recorder. Angelique frowned, but stopped it anyway.

"Can we just...uh, not go there? Not mention Justin at all?"

"I think it'd be great to mention his name. You don't have to go into any detail, but once people see his name, more people will be willing to read the whole interview itself." Angelique said.

"Come on, Vivian. Don't be such a bore. Honestly, people want to hear about you and Justin. The publicity is—

I cut Rowen off. "I don't want the publicity from him. My career has nothing to do with Justin." I say.

"No offense, Miss Faye. Every article or headline I've seen your name in...I've also seen Justin's." Angelique says. I took much offense from that.

Rowen chuckled. "Sorry, she's new to all this, she doesn't understand how this industry works just yet. We can continue."

I rolled my eyes to myself, and crossed my arms. My stomach began to growl again, when the smell of fresh pancakes passed us. God, I was so hungry.

"We don't have to go there just yet." Angelique assures. She presses the tape recorder again. "So we've noticed your weight loss."

I sat up straight and ran my fingers through my hair. "Wait, you have?"

"Well, of course...we know you have to maintain a healthy lifestyle. Can you let us in on some of your secrets?"

"Well first things first, I believe everyone should be happy with their selves and the body that they're in, and a lot of society's expectations today are unrealistic body expectations."

The waitress came by and set a stack of pancakes on our table, and a plate for all of us, with butter, syrup, and fruit on the side. My mouth began to water. My stomach began to rumble, and the overwhelming smell began to make me feel nauseous.

"Sorry," I said, pausing the interview. "I feel like I'll faint if I don't get one of these pancakes right now."

I grabbed two pancakes, and slathered them in syrup.

"Honestly, eat whatever you want. Just make sure to exercise here and there." I added, throwing a couple of blueberries on top.

As I was listening to myself talk, I noticed how hypocritical I was being to myself. I should really practice what I preach.

About 45 minutes later, after stuffing my face, we had finished the interview. I felt sickly full, and ashamed of myself. I had sat there and ate about five pancakes, and ate like a pig. I was completely bloated.

"This was a pleasure, Vivian. I wish you the best of luck and hope you have lots of fun at Armani fashion show." Angelique smiled, shaking my hand.

"Thank you, I had fun doing this. I'm honored to even be mentioned in Vogue magazine."

Rowen looked at her watch and sighed. "I guess we should get going. I've got a busy day ahead of me." Rowen said, heading her way towards the door.

"Just give me five minutes, I just have to use the bathroom real quick." I told her.

She nodded and headed out to the car, where Advik was waiting.

I walked back towards the table and grabbed the straw from the cup I was drinking out of earlier, and headed my way to the restroom.

I couldn't let myself intake so many calories. Not with just two days until the show.