Melia’s Point of View
The studio is a whirlwind of noise with stylists running around, fabric swishing, and models practicing their walks.
It is complete and utter chaos all around me, but honestly, this is what I live for and I have missed the chaos.
I am sitting in front of the mirror while my makeup artist finishes the last few touches.
“You look absolutely stunning, Melia.”
She says, stepping back to admire her work.
“Thank you, Lila, but this is all you. You always make magic.”
I reply, smiling widely at her through the mirror.
Before she can respond, I hear that voice behind me too sweet to be real.
“Melia! Oh my god, it has been forever.”
She squeals. I freeze for a split second before slowly turning around to face her.
“Monica, it has been two weeks.”
I say, smiling
