Olivia’s P.O.VWith the upcoming commercial shoot; for the agency I had just started working for, I wanted to look my best. Sure, the make up and designer clothes that are always hung on us as models, do the trick. But I always keep in shape and eat healthily too, to ensure that the package that I am in the art industry- stays marketable. With all of those done and out of the way, the one thing that was left for me to do was my hair.I had just moved to New York, a couple of months ago. And part of what I found exciting about the novelty of living in a new city, was the exploration of new things.Upon seeing a salon sign ahead while walking down a random street, I decided to push the door open to see what it had to offer me.“How many times did I tell you to lock the door, man?” One of the four man I had just walked in on, angrily yelled at another.My eyes travelled all over the place, despite my mind having a hard time comprehending what exactly was happening in front of me.Th

Olivia’s P.OVA whole month passed of not seeing Dominic, or even hearing from him. I kept my ringer at the loudest its ever been, in anticipation of his calls. But none came. Which made me go through life, as grumpy as a grandpa. And not knowing exactly what to do about it. I was elated when his driver brought me home, after the first and only evening we spent together. I thought it meant the beginning of many similar occasions, but boy, was I wrong!“Are you okay?” Stacey, my modelling agent asked as I babied my water bottle after another mundane commercial photo shoot.“I’m sulking, aren’t I?” I knew she could tell, so I didn’t bother trying to throw her off.“Like, big time.” She chuckled. “Good thing you’re doing it after I’ve made money off of you,” she teased, referring to the successful shoot we had just had.“At least I can keep my sulking hobby up, and still be able to perfectly do my job.” I joked and she agreeingly laughed.“So, what seems to be bothering my little f