Whitney white was the most renowned model in the twenty - third century. She traveled all over the world doing photoshoots, attending press conferences and most importantly spreading love is louder campaign wherever she went. Whitney was beautiful to say the least she had long blonde hair and bright blue eyes that matched the sky on a sunny day. She was tall thin and was the envy of all women. Her bubbly and positive personality drew people in like a magnet. Whitney was only twenty - six and she had already done so much with her life but yet still had a long way to go.
She had been modeling ever since she was fourteen but her career really took off once she was twenty and a year later, whitney launched her love is louder campaign - a movement that supported those who had been bullied and subjected to abuse and whose goal was to spread the message that love is louder than hate. The campaign was a massive success, helping hundreds of thousands of people and bringing them together to support one another.
Whitney was one of the biggest role model for young women and girls, all who looked up to the twenty- six years old. Whitney was very down to earth as she took times out for her fans whenever she saw them in the street and she tried to sign everything she could when she was met with over -zealous fans who waited for her at the airport or were waiting for her outside the studio.
Life for whitney white was great and she was living it to the fullest when she was having a night out on the town in LA before she had to fly over to New York the next day for a photoshoot.
"Do you really think you should be drinking so much tonight:" Natalie told the blonde hair.
Natalie Parker was whitney's best friend since college, even though the brunette was uptight and a bit of a control freak, whitney loved her nonetheless and couldn't imagine her life without her. She was always there when whitney needed her and she couldn't have asked for a better friend.
"I am not planning on getting completely smashed, Nat, don't worry," whitney reassured her as she downed another shot of vodka.
"If you say so. just don't complain to me when you wake up with a hangover the next morning."
Whitney just rolled her eyes and kept drinking. She had planned to take things slow she really did, but whitney wasnt great at keeping her alcohol intake under control, which is why Natalie was there to make sure that she didn't overindulge. As much as the brunette had tried to manage how alcohol whitney was consuming, she was not matched for the fiery blonde head who drank all the drinks that she bought and was bought for her and before she knew it, whitney was drunk off her face and was dancing up on stage with other intoxicated girls.
Natalie gave up trying to control whitney's drinks and waited until the blonde head threw up to take her back to her penthouse so she could sleep it off. Tomorrow was going to be a long day for the model.
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It was Monday morning and whitney felt as if she was hit by a truck. Her head was pounding her stomach did back-flip, her mouth was dry, and all she wanted to do was sleep. So when she had to wake up at six in the morning to catch her flight, she was beyond annoyed. God help her Agent. Even though whitney was bright young woman who was beautiful on the inside and out, the blindhead was a force to be reckoned with if she had a hangover, if she wanted a cheeseburger and milkshake then you went out and got it first her without hesitation. Whitney white always got what she wanted one way or another.
The flight from LA to New York wax about five and a half hours, which whitney slept straight through and it helped with her hangover but she was severely dehydrated. Once she woke up she drank nearly all of the bottles water that was on the private jet. Thankfully, when they arrived in new York whitney was feeling better but she still needed to eat properly and get a good night's sleep before she was back to her usual chirpy self.
As much as the blonde head wanted to check into her hotel room and sleep until, the next day she had to meet her photographer until she began her shoot. Chloe and her team went to the wall street studio, obviously on wall street, and they were given a warm welcome.
"Miss White! it so good to finally meet you!" Mr. Alexander Phillip smiled at the blond head.
Alexander was a sturdy built man with short black hair and built blue eyes. He has just turned thirty but already had a successful photography business since his father was also a famous photographer.
"Nice to meet you, too!" whitney beamed, shaking his hand and nothing how handsome he was.
"I'll be your photographer during your stay in New York. Thank you again for coming out."
"Its my pleasure," She gave him a flirty smile, which he reciprocated.
"Let me give you a tour, if you'll follow me..."
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Avery Johnson would usually be bu her boss's side while he gave tours but the young woman was too busy preparing for the big photoshoot tomorrow. Alexander gave her a list, a rather long list, of things needed doing before the next day. Avery had been Alexander's assistant for about three years and it was good money, But Avery had bigger aspirations to become a music producer. It had always been her dream but she never caught a break. Her music had been rejected multiple times and it was hard to compete with all the young artists out there. The twenty - four - year - old enjoyed working as a photographer's assistant but sometimes it got and Avery wanted nothing more to just go home and work on her music.
Avery was in the middle of setting up one of the cameras when she got a phone call from one of her best friend nick Graham.
"Hey, nick cant talk right now," She spoke softly, knowing how much her boss hated when she was on her phone at work.
"I know but i will be quick. Lucas and i are going out for a drink tonight. Did you want to come?"
Lucas was Nick's male best friend while Avery was his best female friend and he loved spending time with both of them.
"Not tonight, Nick. i have got a big day tomorrow. Whitney white just arrived at the studio so tomorrow's going to be hectic. "I am going to sit this one out, dude."
"Whitney white the model?"
"What other whitney white do you know of?"
"She's hot."
"Yeah, she's alright, i suppose."
"Alright? maybe you'll change your mind once you see her face to face.
"Or maybe i won't recognize her since she went have all the make-up and cramp they plaster her face with when she does her modeling."
"True. Let me know how it goes."
"will do. Avery hung up right before Alexander reached her.
"This is my assistant, Miss Avery Johnson," Alexander announced to whitney and her team.
"Hi, I'm Avery," the brunette smiled and shook everyone's hands, noting how soft whitney's was and how blue her eyes were. Avery found them quite intimidating if she was being honest.
"Avery will be helping me out during your photoshoot, miss white," Alexander explained.
"I'm looking forward to working with you, miss Johnson," Whitney smiled.
"Likewise." Whitney felt like she just hit the jackpot. Her photographer was handsome and his assistant was cute. This would be fun, she thought.