Thirty-Two
Kylie
It’s been a week since that awful stampede on Albert Street. An event which, ironically, made my relaunch into journalism the talk of Belize. Nothing like a human stampede and a close family member getting trampled to trend online.
“Kylie!” Liv bounces into the room and throws her arms around me. “That was a great show.”
I laugh and push her back. “You can stop hugging me every day. It’s getting old.”
“I’m just so grateful you got my job back. I was struggling to find another gig that paid as good as this one.” She twirls her braided hair. “And I knew I’d never find a model as pretty as you again.”
“Yeah right.” I hand her the outfit I wore this morning and slip into jeans and a dressy shirt. “You could find a more gorgeous replacement if you’d looked.”
“I didn’t wa
