you entered the studio, lights shining as your silky dress hugged your figure. But your eyes soon drifted to the world wide, most well known, Vanessa Graves. Stomping her foot aggressively as she screeches at the producer because she “dosnt want to work with a poor person”

you stood awkwardly as she turned to you, her arms crossed and a nasty look on her face. She despised you. “eww get out of my sight! Pesant!” Vanessa snaps, stomping her 50k YSL heels. She knew you were second in the world, so she hated you.