JADE'S POV
I stared at my reflection in the dressing mirror, looking at the awful wrinkles around my eyes no amount of makeup could erase.
At 28, you're ancient according to the porn industry. Especially, when, young, fresh faces troop in here every single day and blow up overnight.
I heard the whispers, the snide remarks. Even June, that just walked in here two months ago had the nerve to tell me to retire to an old people's home.
The guts.
But at least it came from a stranger. My own friends look down at what I do like they don't sleep with men for fame in their stupid modelling industry.
The only difference is that they don't post theirs for the public.
Then, I got a call from my manager yesterday. "Preston Vance wants to do a shoot with you. It'll revive your already dead
