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"Korin we need you over here to try on your last two dresses for the show!" someone shouted from the other side of the room as I sat down attempting to get my first meal of the day in.
With a undetectable grunt, I sat my plate down and walked over to where the woman was flagging me down. As she wanted me to, I tried on the last two dresses of the show so that she could see whether there needed to be alterations or if I was too big and had to sit the show out.
One thing about designers is they made dresses for a certain size. If you made the casting for your banging body and beautiful face, but made it to the fitting and couldn't fit the outfits because of your breast, ass or hips, you were knocked to the curb. They weren't afraid to let you know you could no longer walk. The designer has specific directions for the model's size and if you just can't wear the items then you can't walk. No changes were made to the clothings.
"A perfect fit." she tugged on the dress in every direction so that it properly hugged my body. "Can you give me a walk."
I stepped down from the small step and walked across the floor and back to her. "It's comfortable and not too difficult to take long strides in."
"Great! Is that all for Korin, Manny!?"
"Is she good with every dress!?" he hollered back.
"Yeah, she good to go. No changes are needed!"
"See you next week Korin! Remember no pounds need to be added so keep your diet Hun."
Without responding to him, I stripped from the dress and walked back over to the sweat suit I wore here. I changed into my clothes as quick as I could and made my way toward the door with my plate in hand. It was a spicy chicken salad and it had been calling my name since I first arrived four hours ago. But because they needed to find specific hairstyles and makeup looks that fit the dresses, I sat in a chair all day before I actually tried anything on.
Outside of the building, in his car waiting, was Asani. I'd called him half an hour ago – when I first expected to leave – to pick me up. He reached over and pushed the door open for me, allowing me to simply climb inside. A smile spread across his face.
