As I grabbed my bag and started towards the door, Isabel fell into step beside me, tablet in hand, already tapping through the day's agenda with a look of determination that made my head spin.
"Okay, Elena," Isabel began, scrolling through her notes, "so here's how today's looking. You have a meeting with the studio to go over your upcoming campaign for them; they'll probably want some input on the new concept and outfits.
After that, you have a few photoshoots one for the magazine feature, and one promo shoot for the skincare line you're endorsing."
I nodded along, though it felt a bit surreal. After spending so much time outside of the public eye, being thrown back into the whirlwind of my modeling career was dizzying.
