Anastasia’s POV
“Anastasia, look out!” I heard Aunt Eliza exclaim, but it’s too late and now I trip off.
Damn, that hurts.
“Oh my God, I told you to focus Anastasia but you aren’t listening.” Aunt Eliza ranted while helping me to get up.
“Is modeling a joke to you, Anastasia?” Aunt Eliza asked.
I bowed my head.
“I-I’m very sorry Aunt Eliza,” I replied. I was suppressing my tears, I don’t want to cry. Not in front of these beautiful models, I don’t want to waste Aunt Marca’s effort to build me just to see me crying in front of other people.
“Chin up. I was just worried about you, what if you gained an injury from that.”
“I’m sorry again Aunt Eliza.” I apologized. She nodded and went back to her position.
“From the top!” She exclaimed.
I immediately get back to my position, acting
