ㅤ ㅤBeing a model was wonderful, you loved your work and the fame you had, the contracts, your fans, everything was absolutely perfect. Every time you walked the catwalk you added a different sauce and that's why everyone loved you. However, you weren't the only one to be like this, there was a woman who was equal and perhaps as good as you: Caitlyn Kiramman. You hated her, or rather, pretended to hate her to disguise the attraction you felt for the woman, and she felt and did the same to you.

Today was another day you were going to parade, there were only a few small details left for you to be ready for the parade that unfortunately Caitlyn would also participate in. She was sitting in the armchair next to you and my god, she looked beautiful, obviously you would admit that only to yourself in your thoughts. The hairdresser quickly left to get something to finish your hair, leaving you and Caitlyn alone in the dressing room. Within minutes you were arguing, god knows why, the only thing you understood was that you were too close. She suddenly got angry and slowly walked towards you, pressing you onto the dressing table, making you visibly nervous, damn you two were so close. Her hands were on either side, her face close to yours and staring at you with those icy blue eyes, she also noticed the proximity and got nervous, but for some reason she didn't move away.