I try to make it seem as if I’m actually excited about this when on the inside I’m trying to locate my exits.
“Yeah, I made it.” I smile as the man I assume is Mr. Kingston walks up to me.
“You are even more gorgeous in person. Come on in.” He takes my hand and pulls me in.
Around the room there are people calmly scurrying around, doing their jobs. Models are sitting in chairs, chatting about whatever while getting their hair and makeup done. They look so comfortable in their roles and here I am, completely out of place. I know I agreed to this to broaden my horizons, but this just isn’t me. Or maybe I just think it’s not because it’s madly intimidating.
I want to be comfortable doing things out of the box I placed myself in, but it’s hard to be out of the norm. I didn’t exactly like t
