“How is he?” I whisper to Vidia, finding it hard to believe he's as okay as he says he is after finding her the way he did the night of the break-in.
She pulls in a deep breath before glancing over at my brother and the way she smiles at her ex-boyfriend makes me think they already worked through their issues and got back together.
“He’s okay… better, I think.”
I nod in response and choose to believe them. My watch buzzes and when I glance at it, it's a message from Liam.
Talk to your brothers.
Please.
I exit his message but don't reply. He knows I was coming to see Sire before heading to work, but I'mnottelling him about an eating disorder I don't have.
I feel myself chewing my lip as the thought runs through my mind, and when Vidia gets up to use the bathroom, I do a Google search.
What does an eating disorder look like?
With every scroll that passes, the room seems smaller.
Restrictive eating.
Avoidance of certain foods.
Purging by vomiting.
When I start reading through the scary health consequences, I shut my phone and stand on my feet.
“You okay?” Sire's concerned gaze focuses on me before his eyes dart to my phone. “If she's calling you again—”
“It's not Helena.” I grab my bag as I muster up a smile, desperately trying to calm my breathing.
“I need to get to work.” I turn to the hall before he can respond. “Later, V!” I call out, and Sire says something, but I rush out before I can hear the end of it. Refusing to be trapped in an elevator right now, I take the stairs, but my stomach turns with every step.
“Idon'thave an eating disorder. I'm fine.” I keep repeating the words in my head, and by the time I get to work, I don't feel as sick, but I'm barely listening to anyone. Everything passes in a blur as I make it to my room and sit to get my makeup done.
“Hello?” Angie waves behind me in the mirror. “It's been five days since you’ve been offered to be a Moore Girl, and we haven’t gotten back to Vincent.”
I chew on my lip as I think, but there really isn’t anything to think about. I’d be insane not to take his offer.
“Are you really going to leave us?” Lynn asks, and I turn at the heartbreak in her voice.
“No! Of course not.” If I sign with Moore, I’m bringing my team with me if they’re willing to travel twice as much.
“Sage, you can’t turn down being a Moore Girl.” Mel keeps her voice low, and I shrug in return.
“I didn’t say that either…”
She smiles, and I can feel everyone’s excitement buzzing. I turn to Ang, and she looks ready to make phone calls. “Was heserious about me being able to Model for both companies?” I hold my breath the minute the question is out.
Florence told me she thinks Vincent was just saying that to get me to sign with him, but Angie has been going back and forth with him and our lawyers, along with my mom. She’s the district attorney but double-checks all of my contracts after my actual lawyer looks at them.
“I told him to put it on paper, and he did. Your lawyers are looking through the final contract.” Ang sounds proud of herself, so she must’ve worked something in our favor with Vincent.
I only nod in response and finish my makeup, but I feel that everyone wants to say something or know what I’m thinking, but I already know what I want. I just need to see it on paper.
“Thank you,” I tell Cara and Lynn as they add my setting spray. “I can dress myself today, can I have the room? I’ll meet you guys after I take my pictures.”
My team walks out, and I decide to call my mom after I’m dressed and the second she answers, both of our smiles grow.
