Hailey's POV
"Hey, Hailey. Are you trying to see Nacio again?" Bridgett asked, greeting me with the smile she must have practiced in the mirror daily. Her flowing, blonde hair cascaded in gentle waves around her shoulders, catching the sunlight and enhancing her radiant presence.
"Sure am. Have you seen him?" I gave her an equally fake smile back, letting her know I, too, didn't particularly like her. She was Nacio's number one model for this upcoming fashion show, growing her confidence and turning her into a vapid woman. Three weeks ago, she and I were close, sharing gossip and drinking coffee. Now I was nothing more than an inconvenience to her. For whatever reason, she despised me getting closer to Nacio, but as his underling, I was second in command. He and I would often share
