Amiga, a former make-up artist for our agency, said as she put on concealer and love bite by Remon from our last sex in the Bahamas, "My dear, the woman behind you has been stalking your lovely partner for a long time."

 

I did not find him in the sea. The boat trailed him and nearly all the yacht’s pieces that had previously done a miracle. They will fly him to Dubai to treat the wounded soldiers.

 

“Let her amiga, whatever they show to Remon, I’m sure that he is crazy for me,” she laughed as they worked on my hair and the gown I was wearing for the catwalk.

 

I’m not sure if I’m going to wander around in five different outfits.

 

My make-up used to be natural, but because the gown I’m wearing is black, they’ve made it heavier.

 

“Did you hear what I heard?”

 

"Jimmy Guavez’s son fled from his engagement party."

 

“My companion nodded as I turned around."

 

“Yes! Stephen and Madam Hynna’s son are likewise no longer with them. In the parking lot, they saw the two kissing.

 

“That is true, I think the incredibly wealthy folks is kind of crazy." I’m not thinking about what I’m doing. The woman was well known to me.

 

I remember taking him to see the sunrise.

 

“Go easy on the faces.” Before I lined up, I chuckled at them and praised them for their efforts. I was fourth before the finish line.

 

My hand felt chilly, but I just took a big breath before I saw what was in front of me, so I corrected my eyes, and when I came out, I paused first before going, and everything appeared extremely slow, with so many camera flashes. Everyone was gazing at me, and they were all staring at what I was wearing.

 

I’m nearing the conclusion before I turn to see a very familiar face I don’t want to see, remember, or be with.

 

With a sneer on my lips, I turned and strolled back to the backstage area.

 

My second walk was scheduled as soon as I entered the backstage area, and my make-up was rapidly lightened. And today’s gown is dripping with gems. With boobs, butts, and in my femininity, she is skin tone, so I can’t see through the garment.

 

My hair was already loosened, so the gown was quite shiny, and my heels were likewise diamond-white.

 

“There are some guys who wish to meet you. He is a businessman and he is attractive,” she remarked, and I chuckled.

 

"I don’t want to do that. I have a fiancé,” I revealed.

 

“It’s not that awful person to do some sidelines,” I said, curling my lashes with a lash extension.

 

I didn’t want to; I’m loyal, and he believes in me. They shook again, and I strolled back to the row, where I was instantly second.

 

The person in front of me looked at me, smiled, and signaled that all was well.

 

She walked well at first, is confident, and is new to both us and the modeling industry.

 

I noticed the man in business clothes frowning.

 

I recognized him! Dave Montezur is his name. He used to be a model, but he dropped out and stopped. Many people lamented his career. But he’s wealthy, so it’s alright if he continue his modeling career.

 

I’ll walk again, and my nerves will be gone. As the founder of Tommy Hilfiger cheered and pointed at my outfits, they transformed me with confidence and boldness. When he smiled at me, I smiled back.

 

It overjoyed me when the well-known designer took notice of me!

 

I grinned and almost leaped as I entered, while my pal smiled.

 

“It’s simple," she added, "Just get me your third outfit." The dress became more exposed at that point. It was as thin as a bra and went up to my knees in front and long in the back, while my ass and just in front of me had a cover that went up to my knees in front and long in the back.

 

My hair is now knotted, and I only have a gloss on my lips, as well as a few accessories and glitter on my chest.

 

There was no line, so I was the first to arrive, and all I had to do was wait for the ramp to return.

 

I’d been standing for a long time when the woman who was paralyzed suddenly appeared, so I moved even though I couldn’t, and when I came near to her, I helped her get up. She became immobilized because she was overdressed.

 

He grinned when I paused at his house earlier and waited for him to leave before returning.

 

He nodded as the organizer chastised him and checked him, asking if there was something wrong with him.

 

“It’s all over,” Amig remarked as she slipped the lace garment on me and stripped naked. It’s quite beautiful and has lots of little stones. She is rather pricey.

 

She’s a well-known French designer who is part Filipino, so she took me and requested because she’s proud of Filipinos, even if I’m not a pure Filipino.

 

“My pleasure, Ms. Avilana,” I murmured, and she smiled as she slipped a cardigan over my gown.

 

“I’m proud of you,” she said as she hugged me and applied make-up and a tiara to my head. We’ve all done it. This event is mostly for royal families and the world’s wealthiest individuals.

 

There will be only 300 individuals in attendance, and they will all come dressed in her attire and with the attractiveness they prefer. She is unfamiliar with the public. If someone desires or sells the gown, it will no longer be available for pickup. There is nothing else like it, and there is just one.

 

“Now go, ladies,” she said. Then I was in front as everyone stood and applauded, and I was carrying a flower next to Avilana, and after we completed walking, it beat her to shake hands, and the bound of desire would begin.

 

“Hey, do you miss me?” When I turned around, a hand touched my hip, and I turned around again.

 

“What in the world are you doing, Salvia? Stop!” When his eyes flew to my lips, he grinned at me, licked his lips, and swallowed.

 

“Wow, I did not know you changed that much. Even your attitude shifts. The last time I saw you, you were crying and asking me to stay," he said with the same confident smile and haughty attitude.

 

Playboys never grow up. Don’t forget about Lesley.

 

“People evolve and learn from their mistakes,” I added, forcing a grin.

 

"Oh really?" His confident smile turned into a grin, and I turned my back on him to walk back to the dressing room and change, which was really annoying.

 

That dude is ruining the day. Why would I need to see that?

 

Is there anything on your face? “It’s Friday,” Amiga responded, as I straightened my robe and continued to frown. “Why, that man is out in the sun. How come he’s still here?” They chuckled after I sighed.

 

“That’s part of being attractive,” they added as I closed my eyes and changed into my shorts, sports bra, and hooded jacket.

 

I also took off my make-up and placed it in my hair for convenience. A lot of make-up is used to conceal hair, illness, and terrible skin.

 

When I said this, I grinned. “I’m going to leave. I’ll contact Remon.” Damn. I merely stated his name and instantly grinned. How could it be that whenever we did something, I exclaimed, I’m the first! After saying goodbye, I walked around and smiled at people I knew before taking out my headphones and phone.

 

My foot is also hurting. I’m an expert on shoes.

 

I was in the parking lot when I was almost dragged to the dark section of the building by someone else.

 

“What the hell, let me go, dickhead!” I yelled, but he swiftly turned around and hoisted me with one of his arms. I was on the sidelines, and he was walking faster.

 

Don’t be a jerk when your face lands on the floor.

 

Oh, my goodness!

 

It’s fine for me to refer to myself as foolish, perplexed, thick-faced, and womanly. “But ugly, no abs, no testicles is just jutay since you know that’s not real,” he remarked, as I gave him a disapproving look.

 

“The—” I couldn’t finish what I was about to say because a hot lip was pressing on me, and one of his hands was instantly on my chin and got into my shorts, while the left one was on my neck.

 

He enters his two fingers, which causes my lips to expand and my toes to get weaker.

 

“That’s my punishment for disrespecting my big guy and calling me unattractive and obese.”