Chapter 4

"Nancy, enough with the drama!"

I spun around, and there they were—Evan and Julia.

They were so close, with Julia's hand resting on Evan's arm. They looked like they were made for each other.

The perfect pair.

I thought I was over it, but right then, my heart hurt.

I pushed down the uneasy feeling in my heart and said with a forced chuckle, "Alpha, you've got it wrong. I didn't come to make trouble today. I still have a contract with the studio, so, of course, I need to work."

Evan looked really serious, and he sounded a bit upset. "Work? Your name is still all over the internet. You have a bad rep. Aren't you going to fix that first before thinking about work?"

I gave him a half-smile. "Well, Alpha, you're my boss. Dealing with the media is your job, isn't it? Or are you saying you won't clear things up for me?"

Evan frowned deeply, and he looked at me like he really did not want me here. "Just go, and don't come back to the studio. Someone will get in touch with your assistant about your work."

I smiled and walked out with Wendy.

Lately, I had been smiling all the time. I thought if I kept smiling, I could make myself believe I was strong and hide how alone I felt. I thought I could fool everyone, even myself.

However, the moment we stepped outside, Wendy gave me a big hug. "Nancy, if you're hurting, it's okay to cry. Your smile looks sadder than your crying face."

I just stood there and let her hug me. I looked at my reflection in the window across the street. I really was a sad sight. It seemed I was not very good at hiding my feelings.

As a model, I did not make the cut. I could not control my expressions well, and there was too much bad talk about me. No fashion show would want me on their runway.

However, since I used to be Evan's Luna, some small-time show organizers still wanted me to make an appearance for their own fame. Hence, I was back to my old life—lining up with other models, waiting to be picked.

Wendy fussed over me, putting food on my plate and scolding me for not taking care of myself. She looked at me with a worried frown. "Nancy, you've been eating more but getting skinnier. And you're so pale..."

I grinned and teased Wendy. "Your cooking is as yummy as ever, Wendy. The guy who marries you is going to be one lucky dude!"

Wendy giggled and playfully chided me. "Chill out, if I ever find my fated mate, you'll be the first to know!"

I kept quiet, my face hidden in my plate, fighting back tears.

She did not know.

I might not get to see her happy ever after.

Wendy did not catch on to my mood and cheerfully added, "Hey, I hooked you up with a fashion show. It's just for one walk, and you're the backup, but the pay is crazy good."

I nodded like crazy. "I'm in, I'm in. As long as the pay is good, who cares about being a backup?"

Given my current situation, that show was like striking gold.