"There is a major flaw in your plan. You are not Cara DeLevingne. You are Angelina and you can't act for your life." The other glared at her. Her eyes conveyed the message of something like, 'you are wrong.' "Your attempt at anchoring for the media carnival showed me that… you weren't meant for the glamorous time."
"That was one time. I was nervous!" Katherine shrugged. She didn't think the anchoring was that bad, but it wasn't 'good', either.
"You can't draw either, but you are doing well enough as an illustrator, aren't you? Don't knock on 'em until you try them." Katherine threw her head back in laughter. Seriously, she had needed that blow to fully awaken that morning.
"Yes, my little Angel. You will take City H by storm." She went back to cooking as she heard Angelina mumble.
"You might not get to be the mother of his babies, but you can be near him a lot if I marry him. Don't worry; I will let you feast your eyes on him."
