I was gulping gallons of my saliva while watching Ethan pose for his photoshoot. Quick, Ava, think about something gross.
But my mind didn’t seem to be listening to my desperate commands. It was fixated on the guy in front of me. Then suddenly noise and chatter erupted from the outside.
The photographer stopped clicking his camera and said, “Ah, I guess the model has now arrived. Now, we can take the couple pictures.”
Then entered my arch nemesis, Isabella Evans. I frowned as I saw her enter in high heels wearing Prada from top to bottom. God! I forgot that she was a beauty pageant winner and a model.
I swore internally as I saw her enter, then literally ran out of the seat and hid myself behind the curtains. She can’t find out that I am working part time here otherwise I am sure th
