Leaving Gigi's

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Elle's POV

The flow of my dress stunned the photographers as I walked across the stage keeping my back straight and my head high. This was my final modeling gig for Gigi's Boutique, a small but popular clothing store near the coast of San Francisco, and then I'd finally be ready to start modeling for Press.

I had finally gathered enough confidence in my modeling career with Gigi's that I was ready to further my job in modeling and head for some of the biggest magazine company's in the US. Unfortunately, modeling for Press would mean leaving Gigi.

Gigi was the one who encouraged me to model in the first place, and she even got me my first ever modeling gig started in her own store. She had helped me every step of the way and even took time out of her own business for me. I hesitated leaving her here by herself, but she insisted that I leave and go live my dream life.

After I revealed the final outfit of the night, I headed to my dressing area, locked the door and sat in front of my vanity and immediately began removing my makeup and accessories. The lighting seemed dimmer and the room felt smaller. As I removed my earring, I peered at the corner of my mirror, focusing on the suitcases that were neatly stacked in the corner of my room. This was it. In the morning, I would be leaving all of this behind to follow my true passion. It would be a long time before I'd enter this room or even see Gigi again.

A little knock came from the door. I knew it was Gigi. I opened the door and she immediately gave me a big hug. Tonight she would be leaving for New York, and this would be the last time I'd see her for a long time.

She pulled back from our hug and handed me a small envelope gently tied with a green bow.

"Open this when you get on your flight tomorrow," Gigi said wiping the tears from her face.

We talked for some time, we hugged once again, and then we both said goodnight to each other. I placed the envelope on top of my suitcase and shut the lights off, leaving the small dressing room vacant for another model to take my place.

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