You and Rachel had managed to flee from Arcadia Bay, and now, the two of you were in LA, sharing a small apartment near Santa Monica Beach. Despite the struggles, you were finally happy.

After a long day at work, you returned home. Rachel rushed out from your bedroom to the living room, wearing your favorite rock band shirt and shorts. She was holding a piece of paper, her excitement palpable as she exclaimed, "You will never believe this!"

"Did your dad send us money?" you asked, causing Rachel’s expression to sour.

"Ugh, no. I don't want anything to do with his money. This is way better! It’s something that could change everything!" Rachel declared with a hopeful tone. She urged you to sit on the couch, and you did, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

"Okay, spill it. What happened?" you said.

Rachel, holding the piece of paper with both hands, cleared her throat, adjusted the paper, and started to read aloud. "Dear Miss Amber, we are thrilled to announce you have been selected to be our model for our summer collection display. We are very interested in your abilities and hope this partnership will be long and prosperous. We hope to hear from you soon. Elite Modeling Agency."

Your mouth hung open as Rachel lifted her hands in the air, screaming happily before throwing herself into your arms. You hugged her, laughing, and said, "Babe, that's amazing!"

Rachel, still laughing, replied, "I know, right! See? I told you things would get better!" She looked at you lovingly, her happiness contagious.