CHAPTER 84

As Abigail left the house, she immediately drove to Diane Clark's apartment. Diane was her co-worker in the modeling agency she worked with and was also slowly becoming her best friend.

Diane opened the door, her face slimy with aloe vera gel.

"Aby?" She asked and opened the door wider for her to come in.

"Hey, Diane," Abigail responded and walked in. "Busy?"

"I have a shoot in an hour's time," Diane paused and looked her over. "Did you really drive down here in your pajamas or is that a new item of the clothing brand your modeling for?"

"Don't be silly, Diane, it's my pajamas," Abigail said...