Fenella’s POV
"So, I was going to be busy with a packed schedule until February next year," I said before biting a grape, its juice staining my fingers.
"Wow, that's fantastic. Are you really going to carry the title of supermodel now?" Laird asked as he peeled and sliced an apple with skillful knife cuts.
"Well, I have to finish all the projects properly before earning that title," I replied before popping the remaining grapes into my mouth.
"Hm, so does that mean you'll be crowned as a supermodel in February?" He asked with a lopsided smile, placing the knife safely on the table.
"Not automatically. Seriously, you know it takes patience and extra work to truly be branded a supermodel," I chuckled.
"For me, you're automatically a supermodel in my eyes," he said, reaching for my grap
