Zayne’s offer lingered long after he left. Modeling.
Of all things, modeling.
It wasn’t something I had ever pictured for myself, not even in the most reckless daydreams. I knew I looked good; I knew my body drew glances sometimes. But turning that into a career? That belonged to another world entirely, one that had nothing to do with me. Still, curiosity itched, refusing to leave me alone.
I sat on the couch and opened my phone, typing how to start a modeling career into Google. Search results stacked in neat blue lines, article after article flashing open when I tapped. Agencies. Portfolios. Casting calls. Training camps. The industry looked brutal, the kind of place where you could either rise fast or vanish without a trace.
But it also looked alive. Thriving. Dazzling.
The women o
