Chapter 31 They Said I Don't Deserve To Be Here

• The studio at Starlight was bright. Isabella lifted her chin, placed her hand at her waist, and tried to look effortless. The photographer’s sigh hit the floor like a dropped weight.
• “Break” he called. “Five minutes. Someone reset the lighting. And you, fix yourself or don’t bother coming in front of my lens”
• Heat crept up Isabella’s neck. She turned away embarrassed, lips pressed tight. She had chosen the shortest dress in the rack this morning, paired it with heels that made her legs look longer and her waist smaller. It didn’t matter. The room hummed with whispers anyway and the other models stared at her.