"You should ask your friend to model with you. I think people will like him, too," Richie said after we took a break. His team retouched my make-up until he signaled them it was enough. We were under the small tent as the sun was bright overhead. I was seated on a chair, sipping on my tea while he stood in front of me.
With us was Theo who smiled at Richie's words. He was talking about Razbill who was absent for the day because of important matters on the farm.
"Admit it, it's your plan from the beginning," Theo said. "I'll break your heart again: Raz will not enter modeling. He's not the type. Give him up."
Richie grimaced at him but gave me a determined look. "I bet you can convince him. I don't have the courage to ask him about it. He's… intimidating. I melted every time he glanced
