Chapter 43

• In all of go-see I've been through, this is the second time I have felt nervous again. My palms were sweating and my heartbeat barely stopped.
• "Welcome back, Ms. Zamora," one of the hairstylists smilingly greeted inside the dressing room.
• All the attention of the other models focused on my direction. There was the critique of their eyes in my presence. I am no longer surprised because for over the years I have been able to make my name got off the spotlight or should I say—my ex-husband. If there are people who are older than me, they are the people I used to be with.