“I hope I don’t meet her here..” I mumbled to myself, hoping the girl who calls herself my “friend” doesn’t bother me.

I just finished modeling for the fashion week show and there was an after-party. Many models like me were present.

“2 shots of margaritas.” I ordered the bartender as I sat down on the stool, looking around the elegant party.

The whole place was just a bunch of models and other social climbers flattering one another.

I sighed and looked at my watch. God, it’s already 1 AM.