“3, 2, 1. Action!”
I slowly sit up from laying on the bed beside Norman. I look back to pretend that I'm checking if he's still sleeping. When satisfied, I stood up and went to the closet.
Cameras follow me, both the videographer and the photographer.
Just like what Jack had instructed, I put on the white long sleeved polo effortlessly. The camera then focuses on my feet going perfectly fitting the high heels I am told to wear.
I quickly grab the keys to the lamborghini before running out of the hotel room. I take the stairs, and I run all the way down. As I expected, I managed not to trip or fall while running wearing heels.
I mean, of course. I'm a model. Hello?
While filming the whole little drama thing, there's a song playing in the background for me to feel the whole vibe of the
