Emma's pov)
Emma walked to a bench in the studio where a cooler with bottles of water was kept and took a bottle to drink and quench her thirst.
The cold water helped her calm and cool down. She turned and saw Madame Celeste observing her.
“It's hard, isn't it?” Madame Celeste said to her.
“Yes, this turns out to be way harder than I thought. All those years of pageantry as a child is nothing compared to this.” Emma replied, every muscle and bone in her body ached and they had barely touched the surface of modelling.
Madame Celeste laughed then said, “Of course it's hard, child. If it were easy every young man or woman out there would have been a model by now. The question is, are you going to give up? Are you going to let one grueling session demotivate you?” She asked.
“No, I'm not
