The day came.
It's my birthday.
Everybody thinks that we're just celebrating my birthday, except for my sister, Diana, who I gave the news just to pacify her worries when I was hospitalized. I am two years younger than her but we treated ourselves more of a best friend than a sister.
My sister is a model staying in Canada, married to her manager. We grew up sleeping in one room. Our parents would always say that they want us to be the best of friends so they bought us toys that we can always plays together. We have been the closest friends and sisters, and we can tell anything to each other as treat it as our secret.
She worked in a food chain restaurant in LA, when her manager, Brent saw her. He was handsome and also a model, but older by 7 years. With some ramp modeling events, they
