Vera’s POV
In Katherine's studio, I found myself awkwardly standing in front of the mirror, adorned in the latest haute couture dress.
"Why don't you quit your job and become a model for me? You are the perfect clothes hanger."
Katherine's eyes were gleaming. It's hard to find good models in Chicago, as most of them prefer working in fashion capitals like New York, Paris, and Milan, and there are even fewer talented ones like me. She secretly made up her mind to take advantage of my impressive figure when the time came.
After all, we were best friends, so why not?
I always rolled my eyes at such exaggerated praise, tugging at the fabric of my chest to regain some sense of security.
“Cloth hanger?” I acted as if I was offended.
“No, No, I mean a beautiful model.” I chuckled at Kather
