Does he really care?

Her... again?!?

The girl standing there was glaring back at me, I was trying so hard to contain my laughter but it was getting difficult.

"Good morning Dakota my name is Abby, and this is my daughter Isabella, I'll be your photographer. Isabella's just here instead of being at school like she should be."

"Ah yes, Hello Abby," I smiled at her. "And Isabella," I fake smiled at her.

"Hair and makeup will be here in a little bit and then they'll send you to me."

"Ok sounds good."

The two of them walked away and I closed my door letting all my laughter out.

'There's no way she gets to watch me live my best life.'

'This is too good to be true.'

There was another knock at my door which was hair and makeup.

"Are you ready?" Fred asked me.

"Oh, yea."

He guided me over to a chair in front of a vanity mirror and turned some bright lights on. I pulled out my phone and texted Luke,

'Guess who's here.'

'Who?'

'Isabella 😂'

'Why is she there'

'She's the photographer's daughter I guess'

'That doesn't sit right with me, literally every time you two come in contact she does something'

'Yea but her mom's here, she prob won't do anything with her mom around'

'I don't know, that makes me uncomfortable. Just don't be anywhere by yourself.'

'Of course not, have fun at school!'

'I'm not but I'll try'

I closed my phone and Fred was done with my hair and was onto my makeup.

"Ok I'm gonna quickly do a natural makeup look then we'll be done."

"Sounds good."

There were other people in the room picking out outfits for me to wear too.

A couple of minutes passed and Fred was done with my makeup and sent me off to the wardrobe people.

"Ok we are gonna try this one first," Some lady said passing me a one-piece.

I nodded grabbing it from her, everyone cleared out and I changed into the swimsuit. The suit was a cute coral-colored one with a big v-cut in the back.

'This is actually cute,' I thought to myself as I was adjusting it.

Once I was done I opened the door and Michelle was right there waiting.

"Ready?"

"Yea," I said nervously.

We walked to the photographers and they told me where to stand and how to pose for hours, every once in a while I had to go back and change into other swimwear but it was going really smoothly. Isabella was glaring at me the entire time and I was doing a really good job ignoring it, she had no power here in this room filled with adults.

"Alright next suit!" Someone called out.

Me and the other models went to our dressing rooms and were met with a new suit on the clothing rack. It was already 5 pm and I was exhausted, my stomach was starting to hurt again but I had to ignore it.