I set my phone back down on the bed and pulled one of my overnight bags from the closet. Unzipping it, I began tossing in clothes for tomorrow. I decided on leggings and a comfortable shirt, knowing I’d be changing several times during the final day of the runway show.
I added one of my favorite blue bikinis, followed by the usual essentials - brush, toothpaste, toothbrush, deodorant, and lotion - before zipping the bag shut. Sliding on a pair of socks and sneakers, I grabbed my bag and phone, then headed out of the bedroom and made my way downstairs.
Martin - the same security guy from before - was waiting at the bottom of the staircase. “Are you ready to go, miss?” he asked politely.
I nodded and grabbed my purse as he opened the door for me. We stepped out of the house and walked tow
