Chapter 18

• “Vivienne, there's a package for you,” her manager called, peeking through the door of the brightly lit dressing room. She was a perfect model figure who worked out five times a week.
• Vivienne sighed and didn't say a word. There are always packages for her, after all, she was the most sought-after model in London, and its neighboring countries. “What is special about this package, Becca? I get packages every day,” she called back, sputtering as the make-up artist doused more powder on her face.
• “Ooh, this is special,” Becca smiled, walking into the private dressing room with a little pink case, which was tied with a red ribbon. “How cheesy, though.”