CHAPTER 43

In all of go-see I've been through, this is the second time I have felt nervous again. My palms were sweating and my heartbeat barely stopped.

"Welcome back, Ms. Zamora," one of the hairstylists smilingly greeted inside the dressing room.

All the attention of the other models focused on my direction. There was the critique of their eyes in my presence. I am no longer surprised because for over the years I have been able to make my name got off the spotlight or should I say—my ex-husband. If there are people who are older than me, they are the people I used to be with.

I sparingly smiled at the hairstylist. "Thank you," I said shyly.

If my self-confidence before was high, now I can’t help but get upset. One of the reasons I hesitated to come back was because of my body as well. I already have a child, I don't know if my body is still that good for others. I always boast t