(Rachelle’s POV)
I stepped off the set after finishing my photoshoot for the day.
It was an excruciating long one, and smiling in front of a camera for hours sucks. If you think being a model is easy—you’re f*****g wrong.
I hate this job.
Forced fake smiles plastered on my face as I greeted the staff on my way to my dressing room. Everyone is warm and enthusiastic. Don’t they get tired of saying the same thing to me everyday?
‘You’re so beautiful, Rachelle.’
‘Can we take a picture?’
‘I love you, Rachelle.’
'You have a sweet smile!'
Like really? Y’all love the version of Rachelle I show you. The sweet, kind Rachelle that doesn’t really exist because she’s just a persona I created, so that I could gain fans who would make me popular and successful.
But I’m at the peak now. I’m done
