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They got up early in the morning to prepare. William advised Valentine to wear something white as the top then skinny jeans for her training as it’s what she needed first considering that she was still a beginner in all of this. They ate their breakfast together in silence.
As Valentine pulled the backseat car door open, William questioned her, “why don’t you want to sit on the front seat?”
She panicked. “Because sitting on the front makes me gassy?”
“Since when did you started farting when sitting at the front?”
Valentine brought her hand up to her mouth then faked a cough, “come on, M might have died waiting for us.”
Fortunately for her, William disregarded his concern. The both of them got in the vehicle then headed off to Missy’s location. She was waiting outside, waving her hand frantically at them through the tinted car windows. On her right hand, was a paper bag.
Missy,
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“You’ll see,” he said. The elevator dinged in a different tone, indicating that they were now on the floor where William’s office was located.Valentine stepped back to the center, readying herself before the door opens. Once more, unexpectedly — which she needs to get fond with —, William snaked his hand to hers, intertwining the fingers tightly. Unfortunately, it was too late for her to complain.The familiar face of a woman Valentine recently met greeted them with a huge smile.“Pepper?”“Sweetie!” Pepper beamed.“What are you doing here? You work here?” Valentine’s mind was filled with confusion. But she managed to take a little trip back to a minute ago. “You’re training me?” She walked first out of the elevator, fingers still intertwined with William’s.“Pepper is a professional model trainer; as she’s been training the com
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“That’s it. Just keep walking back and forth, sweetie. And don’t forget to keep your body straight.” Pepper gestured her hands to her own body as she instructed.Valentine nodded aggressively. She sighed then a shiver came to her, causing her to shrug her shoulders.“Sweetie, you, on the sofa,” Pepper spoke as she pointed her finger at Missy. “What’s your name?”Missy tucked her phone in to the pocket of her jeans as she widened her eyes at Pepper, trying to wake herself up from her sleepy state. “Who? Me?”“Yes, sweetie.”“My name is Missy.”Pepper gestured her hand in the air. “Come along. Come with me, we need to get something from upstairs and I need your help.”“You’re leaving me?” Valentine interrupted.“Keep practicing until you can’t feel your feet. Also, maybe push your hips a bit more as
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Her brows met and her nose scrunched up, disapprovingly. “There’s nothing wrong with telling me what you feel. Doesn’t it feel good to have the pain let out of your chest for once?”William smiled at her then nodded. “You’re right. Thank you, Valentine.”He was hurt because of his family and she treated him unfairly. Somehow, she felt her heart open up to him. She wanted to reach her arms out wide then give him a hug. She struggled to find words.Knocking came from outside the glass doors, then Missy and Pepper came inside, two pairs of shoes on Missy’s hands while Pepper had one pair of shoes with her. The both of them stopped in front of the couple as they shifted their eyes from Valentine to William, then vice versa.“Are we disturbing something?” Missy asked, giggling nervously yet alarmingly.“Did you two need more privacy?” Pepper asked.“No,” Valentine
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She blinked multiple times, trying to keep her balance, as she attempted to sink in his words. Why was he looking only at her? Did he want to eat lunch with her only? Did it mean Missy’s charms didn’t work on him? She was becoming nervous and scared (that he might have really fallen in love with her), plus the coldness of the air conditioner made her worse.William cleared his throat, “no, I mean let’s all have lunch together. We have our own cafeteria here, so we don’t have to go outside,” he rephrased his first sentence. “You can take off those shoes, Valentine, your feet need to rest.”“What about the shoes?” Missy inquired.“I’ll just have Lucy return those after her lunch.”Quickly, Valentine replaced the six-inched heels with her own shoes. She sighed in relief, knowing that it had ended. Though, she was permitted to take a few-minute breaks earlier while she was being tra
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They started eating their own food in silence. The silence they’re all giving indicated how tired they were for the entire morning as they had themselves focused with their own lunch. As minutes went by, the canteen now became packed with employees coming for lunch. When the quadruple finished, Missy checked her phone.“I’m full,” Missy sighed heavily in relief then leaned her back. “What time are the models coming, Will?”He emptied his drink then placed it on his tray. “I had Lucy mail them to come by one sharp.”“Well, we’re still twenty minutes early,” Missy said as she patted her tummy. “Let’s talk. V, what do you want to talk about?”“You do know I’m not good with starting conversations, M.” Valentine playfully glared at Missy then laughed.“I’ll start for you, sweetie.” Pepper volunteered by raising her voice up to be heard
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Valentine decided to divert her attention from the two to Pepper and the models. She felt guilty for underestimating the company. All these thirty models were divided into three categories. The first ten models—including Missy—were the ones with skinny, yet wonderful body. The way how square their shoulders were and how their collar bone popped out was definitely every man’s type of women. The second ten models were thick, just like her, they had side rolls, back rolls, belly rolls, and jiggly arms and thighs. Some were curvy, some were not. The third ten models were plus sizes women, they were beautiful and confident with their own body.She smiled as she noticed that she was indeed, mistaken. She thought their models must be skinny because they’re advertising lingerie. Valentine loved the way how every woman in the room moved their hips as they walked in catwalk. This caused her to not mind the surroundings and be a part of them.However, afte
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They arrived at the company and met with the twenty-nine other girls with Pepper at the top floor. They exchanged morning greetings before they proceeded onto their rehearsal for their public appearance later. Hours had passed and their rehearsal had finished. William and Missy chatted once more, he excused himself as he called out to the models for their attention. He decided to give them two hours to prepare before the fashion show would start. They were given time to return back to their homes to freshen themselves up and return to the company building for them to be escorted to the venue. When they arrived, they were immediately greeted and pulled right away by their hairstyle artists and make-up artists. There were sixty-two of them. One hairstyle artist and one make-up artist for each model. They were rushing, dabbed foundation, contour and colors onto their models’ faces. Tension, whispering, and laughing scattered everywhere inside the room. It was ne
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Missy and William’s bond gotten tighter as days passed by after the fashion show. While all Valentine had to do was deny her feelings for him, she still couldn’t hold herself back from showing hints of jealousy. One time she rolled her eyes at the two while they were talking more animatedly than before, and even hissed at them even though they ‘thought’ they did nothing wrong.Every time she’d watch or catch a glimpse of the both, she wanted to slap them hard in the faces. Missy had become too touchy-touchy with William and clearly, he was enjoying it. What made her wanting to choke them to death more was every time Missy and her were alone – she’d share every moment, jokes and every word William told her. However, she hadn’t mentioned anything about their kiss.Aside from that grievous sudden closeness of theirs that caused her jealousy, there was one thing that eased her, however. It was William’s mother. Valentin
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