CHAPTER TWELVE
I should be freaking out over the few stares I gotten on the subway on my way to work- the normal me would definitely freak out- or the two pictures I got with fans, or perhaps the fact I was almost at one million ** followers but no, instead, my mind was roped up in trying to figure out what was wrong with me. How could I want someone that hurt me this much? That very question went unanswered.
After practice, Felix surprisingly dropped by last minute to check on us and give us a little speech regarding the upcoming the jeans line dropping. Everybody was very much anxious about being part of the final line-up and if I ever made it, I would be over the moon. Mainly because it was paying well. Maybe I wasn’t as enthusiastic about modelling as everyone else in the room, but
