A little Rai of Sunshine

Chapter One -

Raileigh's POV-

*two weeks after graduation*

The past two weeks have gone by in a blur, nothing important had happened. I was sitting at my vanity going through my makeup, when my mom busts into my room, rather excitedly might I add, she comes up to me and shoves an envelope into my hands, "Open it!" She urges me, like I wasn't already planning on opening it.

I delicately open the envelope - just to mess with her - she sighs very dramatically causing me to chuckle. I pull out the papers and read them slowly, I got accepted in to a modeling competition!

I had been in modeling training for a year and a half, learning everything from table etiquette to acting skills and everything in between. I had my last class about a month ago, my "graduation" was that same afternoon, three weeks after my last class there was an open call night for the competition. I brought my portfolio and did add the judges asked afterwards they told me they would be in touch. I turned in my seat and looked at my mom with tears in my eyes and screamed out, "We're going to Dallas!!"

She hugged me tightly and congratulated me then rudely snatched the papers out of my hands then walked out my room reading the paper herself, probably about to go call everyone we know to tell them the news. I squeal and do my little happy dance before I continue to go through my makeup. Looks like my life just got a little bit more interesting.

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Evangeline's POV -

I hate Mondays. That was my first thought of the day. I groan and roll on my side as I dismiss my six o'clock alarm before I throw my phone, stupid alarm, stupid Mondays, stupid stupid stupid. I roll my eyes and throw my blankets off of me before sitting up and stretching, listening to the satisfying sound of my body cracking.

I - very begrudgingly - get out of bed and go into my connected en-suite, admiring the black granite countertops and the large mirror - don't even get me started on my claw tub or the huge shower - my favorite part of my bathroom.

I go about my morning routine - shower, hair, makeup, etc.- before I walk into my walk-in closet and get dressed for the day - a black power suit, matching heels, sunglasses, and the newest Coach purse. I fluff my hair in the mirror and walk out of my room, downstairs and then out to my garage and pick out a random set of keys - I might have a slight car obsession - I press the unlock button and turns out I'm taking my 1970 royal blue Chevrolet Camero.

I get in and drive to my office - across town - not even bothering to respond to the people greeting me. I toss my keys to valet following with my usual threat and icy glare. I walk into the building and get into the open elevator and as soon as I get on my floor - my busy day begins. God I hate Mondays.