[ 𝙇𝘼 𝙉𝙊𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙇𝙂𝙄𝙀 ] ᯼ ✔

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   [A/n: Happy reading!

[Crystal]

Everything was an obstacle. From me to her. Everything was a game that needed to be won over.

Everything was a game to you.

°°°- Love Game-°°°

   It had been days since Gigi last conversed with Nicky. The aforementioned exchange discharged a sour zest on her tongue as she reminisced each statement expended. She waited for the latter to contact her first. But she never fulfilled so.

In the past two days, Gigi had been consuming time like air with her colleagues and spent vast quantities of time in branded photoshoots. Varying up to three modeling gigs in a single day. Exhausting but therapeutic. Though still not a sign from her beloved in the meantime. 

Rosy and Symone. Her closest mates of years. Have come together through a mutual assignment appeal. From unique acquaintances to best friends for life. They constructed a robust friendship some dare might say; much more decisive walls than what Gigi retained with Nicky. 

No matter what anyone dared to say about one. Both the others came to bite back in favor of their partner. No matter what color in different skins they retained. How incompatible they look. How varied they believe. They nevertheless carried the same bones and heart. They firmly acknowledged in their principle of partnership.

"Amazing work ladies. Take sixty.", the director applauded the women. Gestured for a minor recess before moving forward. 

Gigi discharged a protracted breath and relieving tension of her insufferable posture. Symone unfurled her limbs carefully as she organized to a degree in her restrictive apparel. Rosy, on the other hand, was already preparing to clear out the stupidly irritable frock she sported. It was one thing looking pretty, but it was the other for the brunette to be pleased in designer trends.

"Christ that was fucking long.", Gigi breathed out in a chuckle. She found it amusing how long they had spent in the precise identical pretense as before for ten unbroken minutes while the photog clicked their camera away. Modeling and the vogue dexterities were her fascinations. But it can get reasonably fatiguing as you take too much of something that you love dearly. 

"That's what she said.", Symone jested dirtily. Rosy swiveled her eyes as she lifted off her sky-high wedges from her pétite feet and set them down on her illumined vanity. Gigi snickered at her friend's remark as she chanced to loosen her worn corset underneath her suit, faced towards a bright mirror. Her flawlessly achieved glamour expressed upon herself. 

Symone muttered an "I got you" to her Auburn-haired friend as she pranced back to assist her. Gigi muttered gratitude to her colleague. String by string, the Scandinavian beauty felt her muscles unwind at the instantaneous decompression. 

"No lie, but I feel itchy in this dress.", Rosy whined from across the dressing room as she hunched over to undo her zipper. Once again, Symone came to the rescue.

"Girl same. What kind of fabric is this?? Polyester? You would know Geege.", Symone quipped as she rose a question. Gigi perched low on her vanity stool, her mind out of her head, rather elsewhere without notice to Rosy's and Symone's calls.

"Geege?", Rosy tapped on her shoulder. Trudged the auburn-haired grace back to reality by performing so. Gigi gawked at her friends in silence as she attempted to withstand focus. Both women looked mystified by her elision in consciousness.