She was never able to recall who the handsome guy was and when she tried she would get a migraine. 2 days and mintae recovered, ready to enjoy new York fashion week. Versace, Balmain, chanel, Louis vuittion, all the famous brands in full display and mintae was one of the many models who walked in the runway for these brands. "ugh why is she here and why do I, sira ki, have to walk the runway with her??" said sira in a demanding tone, looking viciously at mintae with her eagle like eyes. Sira ki was also a model, she had a fair skin tone and plumpy pink lips, that made all the attention just be reserved for her Until mintae came, who was naturally beautiful and would always take the spot light from sira in a blink of an eye. Sira was nothing like mintae, she had always been jealous of mintae and would do anything to tarnish mintae's famous reputation in the modelling world. "ms sira, I'm afraid you'll have to walk next to me, it's funny that your so scared of me that your unable to even walk next to me, and don't worry you'll have 0% of the attention from the audience as always" said mintae while letting out a cold smile that immediately made sira die out of embarrassment as she didn't know how to reply. Every other model in the room laughing at sira. Because they all knew that sira would never win or be successful at embarrassing minate and would always result in being the opposite. No one dared to say anything rude to mintae or even talk back to her except sira ki who never cared as she never knew who mintae truly was. And no one was bothered to tell her as mintae wanted to slowly kill sira's pride in herself.