"No, I'm not going to wear this." I crossed my arms on my chest, and the woman sitting in front of me scowled at me, dropping the bikini down on the sofa from her hands. More likely throwing.
"If you won't wear bikinis why are you here?" She pointed at the hot pink coloured fabric lying on the sofa. "You wanted a less revealed one than the last bikini? Well here it is what's your damn problem?"
"It doesn't matter if it's less revealed or not. My matter is, I will not wear a bikini."
"Then why did you even sign up for modelling?"
"Technically, I didn't sign up yet. When I agreed to it, I hadn't have a talk about shooting in bikinis."
She frowned. "But the manager told me that you were supposed to wear these."
What was she talking about? "No. I'm not-"
"Stella?" A voice dragged into t
