The first semester in Oxford has already started. Balancing between studying to become a lawyer and life in general, Julia Eden has found herself sitting across from a shrink, or in better words: a psychologist.
It only gets worse when the old man s...
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"Well, she has gone after her mother. Both of them are fascinated by the fashion industries. Tell me, Julia, what was the magazine the featured you when we were in Paris?"
Nicholas Eden looked proudly at his daughter who was sitting on the black leather tufted sofa as well. She was dressed in a Victoria Beckham suit in lilac. The tonally coordinated pinstriped top underneath the jacket was a girlboss-worthy alternative to the traditional blouse. She finished off with pistachio pumps that lent an extra pop of color—and hinted at the summer that just left them.
"Vogue Paris," Julia responded with that modelesque smile, tucking her perfumed hair that was in loose waves behind her ear. From across her, Charles Eden, her younger brother, clad in a tailored suit, laughed silently under his thumb.
Nicholas crossed his legs. "And that was when she was ten years old. She had been keen on several modeling jobs after that. I think she'd be quite an asset to any modeling industry, don't you?"
Julia felt her stomach drop at her father's words but managed to glance at her cell phone screen gracefully. Darien was texting her.
The game's about to start in two hours. Where are you?
Julia's hands were obscured by the coffee table when she typed back a hasty reply.
The career consultant, facing them was a middle-aged woman named Irene Dickens, standing about five feet three, clad in a blue Alexander McQueen tweed midi dress that complimented her alabaster skin and black patent leather pumps. Dickens oozed obvious sex appeal that Julia noticed that her father also didn't miss. Dickens eyed her father with a stare just as professional as her professionally done long black waves.
"Well, back in my days, I was definitely keen on modeling myself," Dickens gushed with her soothingly attractive voice. "But it's not really worth it if you don't become a brand yourself, Mr. Eden,"
Charles, well, Chuck as normal people called him, snorted silently at Julia. Julia threw an alarming look at her brother. They were in Nicholas Eden's office at the firm, just five minutes away from the One Hyde Park but half an hour away from the Pristine Academy. Not only Julia had to be there before the first football match but also to perform as a cheerleader. It didn't matter that Darien was the captain. She would replace her in the blink of an eye if Julia jeopardized her position anyhow and Darien would be right at her place.
Julia observed the room to pass the time. They were in the seating area, surrounded by rows of shelves stacked with law-related books. She felt her palms itch to touch those books. Across from them on the wooden wall was a contemporary black and white painting, definitely something her father wouldn't like but her mother would.
