CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
We arrive at the shooting sight and given it was going to take a much shorter time than the other days have been, I was very much looking forward to it. The other models stood in small groups, talking but the moment we walked in, they gave us some pretty weird looks and then went back to whispering while occasionally glancing at us.
“Hmmm…is it just me or is everyone looking at us in some creepy, weird way?” I whispered under my breath just loud enough for George to hear. Whatever it was, made me overly self-aware and yet curious at the same time.
“I’m going to go on a whim here and say they are particularly staring at you. Maybe they found out about your whole orphanage story today,” George shrugged nonchalantly as he strolled causally beside me.
“No. That’s not
