Scorn'd

Prologue

Miami, Florida

Ara Panget:

Biatch, where in hell art thou.

I was scrolling in IG when a message popped up. I rolled my eyes. Ang sakit sa mata ha.

Me:

The fuck. Your words bitch.

Ara Panget:

Psh. Lmao! Answer my question you dummy. Btw, you do know someone's oh-so-needy to your oh-so-panget face, right?

Me:

Psh to you too, you twerp. I'm in Flo. Tell her I'll be home soon.

Ara Panget:

Make sure of that Drishy. I feel like ako nanay nito eh. I'm not complaining tho, I can have this cutie if ayaw mo na. But, WTF, dalian mo umuwi dito sa Cannes. Wawa si bb ko.

Me:

Yea and fuck you Maria Araceli Rae Castillon Alde.

I closed my text messages app then went back to Instagram. My phone vibrated constantly and messages from Ara popped at the top of the screen. Inignora ko 'yon. I'm sure as hell she'll just nag at me for addressing her by her full name and for adding 'Maria' to her name. Kesyo wala naman daw. Tch. Paki ba niya?

I was scrolling down my timeline until someone came to greet me. Then another. And another. And, yeah, another.

Meh. Pati ba naman sa dressing room? I rolled my eyes. Well, the cons of entity as a model. Though, all of them are my co-models, staffs, important people and etc. 'cause after all Victoria's Secret is Victoria's Secret for a reason. Still, I dislike—no, scratch that. I loathe attention. I'm not like that someone dedicated in Charlie Puth's song. Yeah, I know, it's (cringe) funny. But, ironic right? Nagmodel pa ako sa lagay na 'to ha. I don't know, modelling solely seized the whole of me. It's my aspired career since I-can't-comprehend-when.

Couple of minutes passed, Milan showed up. Gorg as ever. But of course, I didn't tell her that. It's not because lalaki ulo niya or what, alam na niya 'yon and it's just that it is as evident as the gloss upon a new silk hat. By the way, she's my ever supportive manager that's still stunning in mid to late 30s and also a former model.

"Gird your loins, darling." she chuckled. "The show's about to commence in ten minutes, you have to standby in the backstage."

I rolled my eyes for the nth time and scoffed. "Yeah, yeah." As if naman na I'm not 'that' adept to this profession. "Okay po, Señorita." I said sarcastically and shrugged then I got up from my seat.

Naglakad kami palabas ng changing room through everyone in the hallways which were so busy on their stuff. Kasama ko si Milan at ang staff na nag-guide sa'kin patungong backstage. The first lingerie that I wore was the purple one that's made from Nylon 6.6 fabric, it provides a soft and silk-like feel that can't be replicated by other synthetic fibers. I wore it with a cloak. I was so ready for the show and it seems like ang mga kasama ko ay handa na rin.

Once it was show time, I had butterflies on my stomach. Madalas naman. I could hear the singer performing on stage and it was nearly my time to walk.

May nag-giya sa akin patungong catwalk. Then I confidently walked out, confidently strutting along while holding my cloak and my eyes focus to the front as I kept walking and walking. Palagi kong inienjoy ang maglakad sa VS runway because it was like the final show after the whole year of working hard. It feels like walking in heaven and being an angel.

I reached the end of the runway then pose for the cameras and turned back.

Nang nakarating sa backstage alam kong wala na akong time para magpalit ng lingerie kaya ang ilan sa mga empleyado ay handa ng tumakbo para tulungan akong magsuot sa sunod na susuotin.