Zalia
I flipped the open sign on my boutique and put on the coffee. There’s no way I would be able to get through the day without some black magic. It’s barely eight in the morning and I’m already exhausted. I woke up to see hundreds of messages from friends, colleagues, my agent and my publicist.
I could really care less what they think of Nigel but it was nice to see that most of them were supportive and happy for me. My agent wasn’t really worried since I had finished my last modelling contract and I was days away from ending my relationship with her anyway.
My publicist was the only one who was taking this way too seriously. She sent me a long voice message of how the public was going to eat up the whole high school sweetheart story. She was thinking of interviews, a little documen
