She sighed in relief. Would she not be fired? It doesn't seem like.
"What favor Mistress?"
"As you know there will be a fashion show as some investors are going to visit today. The model for outfit number three as called in sick so she will not be able to come so do you mind being the replacement?"
She could not believe her ears. Did she get insane from the car incident today? How could she be a model? She was just a mere intern's assistant.Could she be so lucky? Was she dreaming?She must be. Otherwise.....
"Earth to Brookelle."
"Umm....uh sorry Mistress. I zoned out. But miss how can I....?"
"Don't worry. I'll pay you. You'll be getting some money."
"No mistress I mean me as an model... "
"Oh Brookelle, you've worked with the intern for six months now. I'm sure you've learned a lot and to be honest you are not exactly ugly. You are quite the opposite."
Over the years she had never heard anyone call her pretty except her mother.She was a girl who used to get avoided by boys and bullied by girls in school. Due to poor financial condition she could not afford to go to a college. With all this in her mind she slowly started to lose her self confidence.Her self esteem hit the rock bottom when her mom died at the end year of her high school.Since then she felt that she was not pretty but was an unfortunate girl who didn't deserve to be happy in life.
"Mistress I'll do it"
"Great. Now get backstage and get your makeup done. Remember the new CEO is coming soon. He is already here in his office. Quick, go."
"CEO?? "
"Yes, the investors are visiting him now so go"
"Yes"
She quickly ran off to the makeup room not wasting any time.She sat down on a makeup chair and waited for the makeup man. The makeup man came rushing too. He wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead and started doing her makeup.
"Done." He said to her.
"You don't really need makeup, your skin is flawless."He complimented her
"Thanks"She praised the makeup man and bid him goodbye.
She got up from the makeup chair and went to the dresser to change into the dress. It was an ocean blue gown with a deep cut on the chest .The high slit in her gown revealed her perfectly tanned and tender thigh. It was backless,so the dresser put an temporary tattoo of an butterfly on her back. The dress itself had workings of golden thread making it look very beautiful even royal. It was a very expensive dress. Maybe costing millions. Who knows....As soon as she finished she called Miss Sanga
"I'm ready Mistress"
"Come down to the stage restroom and meet me. All models are here."
"Yes Miss."
She cut the phone and ran down to the stage restroom.
"Brookelle,just on time. We just started. Come on you are next. Be confident and sexy. You will do it ok"
"Yes mistress"
She confidently walked towards the stage. She was a little off when she saw a huge crowd but then managed to maintain a good posture and expression. She walked up-to the front of the stage and winked at the crowd. The moment her eyes feel on the chief guests.... Holy Guacamole!!!