CHAPTER TEN † JOBTWO WEEKS OF frantic packing and adjusting my travel plans later, I found myself behind a camera in one of Rebel’s massive studios directing a
photo shoot for the Trendy Under Thirty spread. Silvia said she’d take care of sending all my stuff to my mother’s farmhouse. Larry looked over my contract with Rebel and gave it his
stamp of approval. With the job starting soon after the Spring Showcase, I hopped on a plane and missed graduation. Not that I lamented the fact. My diploma would be arriving along with my things
soon.
Between set-ups, I still couldn’t believe I was at a freelance job in London for one of the top fashion magazines in the world. I might have pinched myself several times despite
Diana’s assurances that this was really happening. She rolled her eyes a
