27th June, 2019
Hermione Bhele walked towards her daughter’s room, gritting her teeth.
She wished Dasilva was different.
The girl could barely manage a runway walk, was such a Tom boy and could hardly be gracious.
Dasilva just didn’t understand. Everything Hermione did was for her progress. More and more children were joining the industry and Dasilva HAD to stay on the top.
She could not afford to have her reign and get outdated. She had to keep trending no matter what. She had to stay relevant.
Bursting into Dasilva’s room, she could see her smoothing her bed nervously with extremely shaky hands.
Her daughter would have gotten away with it if it wasn’t for her sharp nose.
“Dasilva” her tone was cold and clipped.
“I’m ready to go,” she stood up from her bed, nervously smoothing
