“I did not raise you up so that you could pose around in your underwear, Brooke!” My mom scolded.
“Well, thanks to you it’s just a one-time thing now. Art’s manager said that I’m at the peak of my modeling career with my fresh face and all but---“
“There is NO modeling career for you, young lady which is why I’m taking you to our rest house in order to lock you up.” And this is why my mom’s scary!
Thanks to my growing popularity in the model world, my mom tracked me down which I was actually expecting sooner or later but it had to be sooner. Ugh.
*AT THE REST HOUSE*
My mom hired two buff-looking body guards to make sure that I don’t try to escape this time.
“I’m locking you up in here until your wedding day… with your groom-to-be.” I can hear desperation in her voic
