Hell to Love

Chapter 11

“You!” someone said from behind. I turned to the well-known source only to find him smirking at me.

“Did you say something to me?” I asked  giving him a quizzical look.

“Yes, Ms. Makrow. You heard me, right? I’ll repeat. You’ll be filling in for her today.”

“Haha… nice joke. I’m asking you-“I said pointing towards Trish, “on a serious note, who’s filling in for her?”

“Um… Ma’am actually there’s no one available at the moment to fill in for her and we can’t skip that part cause it’s important so…” he trailed.

“You got to be kidding me! I’m not filling in for her!” I retorted and looked at Rihaan who was still smirking at me. God! How I wish to wipe that smirk off his way.

You can do that by sealing his lips with a…

Shut up. I scolded my mind.

“You aren’t given a choice Ms. Makrow. Head to the backstage. Now!” he said in a tone making it clear that there’s no room for any argument.

I turned on my heels and pursed my lips but not before blurting out, “Bossy-Asshole” loud enough for him to hear.

I heard Trish chuckle behind me.

It’s Thursday today and the fashion show will be held on Sunday. I hope Bianca shows up tomorrow, cause no other model will comply at such short notice.

I headed towards the backstage. It smelled of wood and paint. The smell somehow refreshed me. I felt at peace. There were hallways leading to different greenrooms. I headed to the entrance.

A girl named Kyla was responsible for the proceedings of the ramp. Everybody around me seemed confident and poised. I felt out of place. My palms were getting sweaty due to nervousness.

“Ma’am, you’ll have to be on stage in 10. Please be ready,” Kyla said approaching me.

“Kyla, this seriously isn’t my place to be at the first place. I don’t think I can do it. Why don’t you take my place? It’s just the rehearsal as it is,” I tried to convince her.

“Ma’am I’m seriously sorry but I can’t do that and right now I gotta be somewhere else.” Saying this she took her leave.

Its useless complaining Ivy. Just get over it.

I guess that’s the only way.

“Ms. Makrow” My name was called, a sign for me to commence.

I nervously stepped on the ramp. The ramp was a u-shaped path for models to enter from one end and exit through the other. I was asked to stop and pose whenever needed due to the time judgment.

Finally after the long walk for a whole of 10 minutes of nervousness and self-consciousness, I was set free.

I was glad to jump off-stage. Without waiting for anyone for interrupt my bubble, I headed towards the restroom. I needed space to clear things out.

I had been in here for about 20 minutes or so. I have work to do. I gotta head out now.

The moment I opened the door to step out, there was a momentary lapse of response when I was suddenly hit by a pool of cool fluid.