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PLEASE LOVE ME TWENTY
"So you're going to see him?" "How do I look?" Gemma asked. She was dressed in a short white gown, which had a long V-cut. "Oh, I think he would love it," Anita said. Gemma giggles. "I want to discuss work." She shrugged. "Yeah, in that ridiculous gown," Anita said, "Come on, don't be so old," Gemma brushed. "You realise I am only thirty-four?" Anita asked. Gemma cleared her throat and smiled. Gemma and Anita stepped out of the studio. In her hands, she had a bag of clothes and passed them to Anita, who took them. "What do I tell your mom?" Anita asked. Gemma shrugged. "You want me to drop this for you?" "Thanks, Anita. I appreciate it," "Should I tell her you went on a date with Mr Blue?" She asked. Gemma rolled her eyes. "Just say I caught up with some old friends," She replied. Anita nodded. "That's a good one," She said, "Here, it's cold." Anita throws a coat over her body, and Gemma quickly puts it on. From a distance, Gemma could find a car approa
PLEASE LOVE ME TWENTY-ONE
"Oh, that." He picked up his napkin and wiped his mouth. "Because of you," He said. "What? you didn't even know me?" Gemma chuckled. "Actually... I did, " He replied. "What do you mean?" She said "Well, I met you at a runaway. I am not sure you remember," "What?" She laughed. "When you modelled for Jamie's wear," Gemma tightened her lips, speechless. She remembered that day. Anita had gotten that deal for her. "Yeah, that?" But that wasn't a good day for her. She remembered inviting Juan over, and that was her first gig as a model, but he brought his girl, Alice, over. It made her devastated, but somehow she was able to rock the runaway with her moodiness. "I should have told you first," "Continue," she said, taking her fork. "Oh, okay, well... A friend, Jule, introduced me to Anita after discovering I take good pictures. That's what I tend to tell most people. She asked Jule to get me to work with her. I love photography," He rushed as he explained. "Wow, Ju
PLEASE LOVE ME TWENTY-TWO
The door opened, and Gemma walked in, seeing her mother looking at her with raised eyebrows and a deceitful smile. Gemma rolled her eyes and headed upstairs. "You guys are getting along!" She said, following her. "Mom, don't follow me!" She sighed heavily. "What do you mean? I am going to my bedroom, " Mrs Smith snorted. "Goodnight, Mom," she walked into her room, slamming the door. "Oh!" Mrs Smith moved away from the door. The next day, Gemma rushed down in a white pair of trousers and a green top. She had her packed in a ponytail and natural makeup on. Her face looked bright and shining. Mrs Smith's door opened, and Gemma could tell she was coming down. She cleared her throat and watched her get down, fully dressed. "Ooooou, I guess I am not the only one that has an appointment this morning," Mrs Smith said "Oh, I am going to work... where are you going?" Gemma, holding a cookie in her hand. "Work," Mrs Smith inhaled sharply, breathing the fresh air blowin' on h
PLEASE LOVE ME TWENTY-THREE
Anyways, Shena?" Anita raised her brows, smiling sheepishly. Gemma shrugged, smiling."Shena Jewelries." She blushed. "Guess what? he offered thousands of dollars for you to become the top model of Shena jewellery," "What?" Gemma furrowed her brows, confused. She darts at Gira, her makeup artist, who has a broad smile that shows her teeth. "I mean, you get to maintain your top position, but with thousands of dollars," Anita clarified Gemma pushed the curtains aside and stormed into the dressing room, sitting on her chair. She turned over and looked at Anita with annoyance on her face. Her mouth twitched. "What do you mean you ain't taking it? Are you crazy?" She shouted. Gira stood beside the curtain, watching them. "Thousands of dollars. Exactly how much is that?" "You are a top model!" Anita said, "Shena is a big company! So yes, you deserved to be paid that much, " She snorted. Gemma believed their conversation last night had led to this. "Answer me, exactly how
PLEASE LOVE ME TWENTY-FOUR
"You're so funny!" She covered her face, a little embarrassed."Anything for you, princess" Isaac quickly returned, looked at her and said, "I am waiting for your review, ma'am," Gemma laughed, the moment she had been waiting for. She took her knife, cutting through the meat. The texture was soft and juicy. She looked at him like her mouth hadn't been watering all this while "Here I go," she placed the meat in her mouth. Gemma's eyes sank in pleasure. Why? She began to wonder why she didn't look this way. Gemma questioned her life with just a bite. "I guess it's good." Isaac smiled at her reaction, and she nodded, unable to speak. "Well then, allow me," Gemma laughed and looked at him. How was a man so perfect? He looked more than she did. "Tell me something," she dropped her knife and took a sip from her glass before she continued. "How come you?" she paused, searching if she was asking the right thing. "I never dated?" Isaac completed. She gazed at him speechlessly. "Wh
PLEASE LOVE ME TWENTY-FIVE
Gemma sat in a white skirt and suit, her hair packed in a ponytail and her makeup perfectly blushed. In her hands, she held a white pen with a piece of paper at her front. Anita and Gira sat beside her. Gemma smiled at the handsome man sitting in her front, with two huge men by his side. Isaac looked at the paper and handed it to his. Gemma closed her contract file and took a sharp breath. "Mr Dale," she called softly, with a faint smile. "It's good to have you as Shena's face, Miss Smith," Isaac said, closing the contract at his front. "Wow, you guys sound and look professional," Anita rolled her eyes. "This is work," Gemma explained. "Hmm, I see... Could you give me that? " She faked a smile, taking the file from her. "Here," Gemma passed the file without arguing with her. Isaac took his handling it to the man beside him. "Isaac," Anita called, "Could you take Gemma a few shots someday? I like yours better," Anita offered. Isaac looked at her and Gemma, and he though
PLEASE LOVE ME TWENTY-SIX
"That's how you didn't tell me. You are married, well... You," Gemma stopped."Yeah, my parents live in New York," Isaac's voice echoed in her ears "What's wrong?" Anita asked, tapping her. "How did you know Isaac again?" Gemma lowered her hands. She studied her face for a reaction. Anita had never told her how she met Issac. "I told you!" She started. "No, you didn't." Gemma snapped at her. "A friend referred me to him," Anita sighed. "A friend? What's her name?" Gemma asked "What's this?" She side glared at Gemma, focusing on the road ahead of them. "Question and answer?" Anita raised a side of her lip. If eyes were used as a weapon, Gemma could have been dead. "Hold up. You said a friend referred you to him?" Gemma searched through her memory for Isaac's side of the story. A friend, Jule, introduced me to Anita after discovering I take good pictures. That's what I tend to tell most people. She asked Jule to get me to work with her, and I love photography," Gemma
PLEASE LOVE ME TWENTY-SEVEN
It was a beautiful morning, Gemma had slept off, talking with Isaac on the phone, she yawned, rolling to and fro, it was the weekend and she didn't have to go to work today Gemma checked the time, and it was past nine in the morning. She yawned repeatedly, finally taking the courage to get off the bed. She stared through her window, and her neighbours were up, their kids played in their yarn. She took her cell and headed to the bathroom. The sound of Sam Smith played loud in her room as she danced to the rhythm. She whined her waist, and Gemma opened her bedroom door, with a brown towel wrapping her wet hair. "You are perfection, my only direction..." Gemma hummed softly. She dropped her cell in the sink and took out her brush and toothpaste. A few minutes later, she was downstairs in a pink robe. "Mom?" She called out, walking to the kitchen, in search of something to eat. The note of last night was still in the same position. "She didn't come home?" She pouted, ta
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