So far I've written mostly about Ava's wonderful life. Here's a little plot twist for you showing the ugly side of her life.
"WHAT IN THE NAME OF MODELS ON FIRE WERE YOU THINKING?" Mom shouts as she paces back and forth in our all-white kitchen. I wince.
"Um, I don't know?"
"EXACTLY. YOU WEREN'T THINKING!"
"O-okay?" I reply timidly.
"Calm down Michelle," Hannah tells my mother. "It was an innocent mistake. We'll get it all fixed."
"MISTAKE? MISTAKE? THIS IS NO MISTAKE! THIS COULD COST AVA HER JOB!"
"You know what else could cost her her job?" Hannah snaps. "Shouting her stage name everywhere."
"WELL EXCUSE-ME IF I WANT MY DAUGHTER TO KEEP HER JOB," my mother continues. "AVA, AFTER ALL WE'VE DONE FOR YOU TO KEEP YOUR JOB, THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY US?"
"And exactly why do you want me to keep my job?" I retort. "So you can spend my paycheck on more Louis Vuittons? You haven't worked for over five years."
"Do not speak to me like that, young lady," my mom says in a dangerously low voice.
"Actually, she has every right to speak to you like that," Hannah tells her. "Everything she said is true. That girl has bought two, maybe three max, designer handbags. You haven't worked since Avaline started signing contracts with the big companies and you have an entire closet of designers."
"WHY WOULD SHE NEED THE MONEY? SHE GETS FREEBIES FROM ALL THE DESIGNERS," my mother huffs. "AND WHY ARE YOU TAKING HER SIDE?
"Because she's correct," Hannah says bravely.
"Oh please, I expected her agent to be much more mature," Mom sniffs, finally lowering her voice. "Maybe we should get a new one," she threatens.
"I think you are the one being immature," Hannah replies, stepping in front of me and Skyler, who's sitting stiffly on the couch behind me, to look my mother directly in the eye. "Michelle, Avaline and I have done all the work while you sit by the pool and get designer items delivered straight to you - items that were purchased with Avaline's money, I might add. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to take this discussion into another room."
"Whatever." My mother storms out of the room in her designer flip-flops that she happened to spend my entire paycheck from my last shoot on to match her designer sunglasses which she spent three weeks of my pay on. Hannah glances back at me and Skyler, then hurries out of the room after my mother.
Did you all enjoy this little twist? Let me know in the comments! I can't wait to finish the next chapter! Thanks for reading; I love you all! <3
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