I place the dress against me and turn in the mirror, and…wow. It’s a perfect emerald green, practically matching my eyes. One side is strapless, while the other is covered in diamonds that crawl down to the chest. They shine so bright; I wouldn't be surprised if they’re real. I lift the dress a bit higher and notice a slit, sure to reveal one of my legs.
My team crowds around me to admire the dress in the mirror and my face is starting to hurt with how much I’m smiling.
“Okay, let me put it back before it gets dirty.” That would be a freaking nightmare. As soon as it’s in the safety of the bag, I steal another glance at it and let out a small squeal. “Oh em gee!”
The room is filled with everyone's laughter, and I glance at Ang in the mirror as I sit back at my vanity. “What does Helena’s dress look like?” My makeup team gets back to work, but in the mirror, I notice Angie’s brows furrow.
“She didn’t get invited.”
Cara freezes in the middle of blending my foundation, and the rest of the room goes quiet.
“Are you sure?” I assumed Helena also got invited since we usually both get invited to things like this. Brand deals and designers, of course, want the biggest models in the industry, and Helena and I are head-to-head for a lot, which is why we do a lot of our photo shoots together.
Angie isn’t her agent, but she knows everything about everything, so when she confirms with a head shake, I have no words.
Cara and Lynn swap as they do my makeup, and I’m quiet for a few minutes. I steal a glance at Mel, and she’s already watching me. She shakes her head at my silent question, but it’s understandable why she wasn’t invited since she’s still new here.
“Was Quinn invited?” She was getting a lot of publicity after Vincent’s show but Angie shakes her head no. “Nin?”
No again.
I open my mouth to say another one of The Core Eight, but Angie beats me to it.
“Mr. Moore only invited you.”
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out, and I close it again.
What?
I’m shocked at first, but then I immediately feel horrible. All of the other girls were amazing at Vincent’s show, yet I was the only one invited to his next event.
“Maybe it’s just his way of saying thank you for modeling so many extra pieces.”
“Or maybe he wants you to model for him.”
“No way.” I let out a nervous laugh, but I feel my excitement building up at the thought alone. Angie only shrugs with a smirk playing on her face, and when I glance at Mel, she raises her brows.
“You better not turn him down if he offers you to be a Moore Girl.” Angie sends me a pointed look, but I didn’t need thewarning. I’d have to be insane to turn downanythinghe asked of me.
Cara and Lynn finish my makeup, and before I know it, I’m smiling at the camera for my new headshot pictures.
Since we took twice as long, I’m not done until an hour after what we were supposed to be, and that doesn’t seem bad, but I was up until the sun rose because I was editing a video. I was able to post it on time, so I guess it was worth it.
I post a video twice a week on Famoura, and when I miss a video, my followers literally blow up my DM’s. It’s honestly sweet to see how much they love my content, but it can be a bit overwhelming at times. Like last night.
Helena came out to see my headshot pictures, and as we walk to my room, I can’t stop myself from asking what I’m dying to know. “Did you get invited to the Moore event tomorrow night?” I know Angie said I was the only one with an invite, but maybe Helena also got an email and didn’t tell–
“Nope.”
My head snaps to her, but she keeps her eyes forward as we walk.
“I have a photo shoot anyway, so it’s fine; I didn’t want to have to cancel.”
“Oh.” I nod to myself. “Who’s the photo shoot with?”
She only shrugs but doesn’t say anything else. I know the rest of The Core Eight have two huge photo shoots tomorrow, but I thought Helena wasn’t in it, either way, I don’t question her.
“Vincent sent me the prettiest dress ever. Wanna see—”
