It all started with "I do!" ??

"I don't think you should eat that." A snooty voice stops me from taking a bite of my burger forcing me to turn to look at a stick-thin model whose name I don't know. "You are already fat, and eating such food will make even fatter. Just a friendly advice, don't get offended," she adds with a smile after taking a deliberate pause.

Some models have come today to get their fitting done for the upcoming fashion shoot and she is also one of them.

"And I don't think you should be here." I smile back and take a large bite of my burger while maintaining eye contact with her, ignoring the nonsense she has spewed a moment ago. "Trials are happening on the next floor, not here." I get the satisfaction of watching her, seeing me with disgust.

"I came here to meet Bethany." She tilts her chin as she looks down at me.

"She is not here." I wipe the sauce off my fingers, with tissue paper because even though I would have loved to lick them but I'd do such things at the comfort of my home, not in front of everyone.

"She told me I'd get a separate makeup room, but I have found that I'd have to share with everyone else." Disgust evident in her tone, only I don't know whether it is directed towards me or not.

"Everyone is sharing the same makeup room. So what's the big deal?" I shrug not understanding why there is an issue with that, normally there is one makeup room only.

"How can I share my make up room with everyone else?" For some reason, she sounds appalled like every other model is below her.

"Why? Do you have any contagious disease that could spread?" I arch an eyebrow as I gaze at her cautiously.

Once in a while, we do get a chance to handle such snooty people and God knows how much I love to show them who is the boss here.

"How dare you!" Her face reddens as she throws daggers at me, suddenly making me step back because it feels like I have hit some nerve and I don't want to die by contracting some contagious disease from her.

"Do you know who I am?" Clenching her jaws, she points at herself.

And I can't stop myself from rolling my eyes at the famous 'Do you know who I am shit.' Can't they get any more creative? Because honestly, it doesn't even sound fun anymore.

"Currently, you are someone who is ruining my lunch break and my lunch." I raise my eyebrows pointedly, "Other than that I am not interested to know who you are." I give her an uninterested look.

I am nice to the people who are nice to me, but try to talk me down I will fucking rub your face in the dirt, letting everyone know who is the real boss.

"Who do you think you are?" She sneers.

Isn't she a confused soul? First, she was asking me if I know her now she wanted to know who I am.

"Hannah, what's going on here? I hear mom's voice as she approaches us.

Mom has a special nose to smell trouble. I don't know how but she somehow always manages to find me before I can have some fun. She takes keeping her children out of trouble far too seriously.

"Bethany!" Sneer turns into a sweet smile as soon as she turns to mom. "I was looking for you, I need to discuss an issue with you. But your staff here wasted my time." Annoyance returns to her tone as she looks at me.

"Why were you looking for me, Sasha?" Mom asks as she shifts her gaze from me to her.

"I can't share my make room with others, you should have known this before asking me to shoot for you. I want you to arrange a separate makeup room for me," She demands.

Her tone makes my blood boil and I am seconds away from doing her permanent makeup with my bare hands.

"Every model will share the same make-up room so you will not be provided with separate vanity. If you have any issue then it will not be a problem as we haven't signed any contract with you yet, so you are free to leave." Mom keeps her face free of emotions but I can see a hint of anger in her eyes as even she doesn't like the way she has talked.

"Hannah, I think you should call some other model who has a good face and a positive attitude because we don't need anyone spreading negativity here." Mom pointedly ignores her as she looks at me, "And if anyone causes any trouble then feel free to call the security." Turning around she walks away.

"So are you willing to share the makeup room or should I show you the way outside?" I smile extra sweetly.

Clenching her jaws she glares at me as she wants to claws my face. But the smile which is settled on my face doesn't waiver as if she tries any such thing then I am going to show her who own sharper claws. As she might be a bitch but I am a tigress.

She glances at me one more time then she turns on her heels walking away angrily.

"C'mon, Hannah, let's find some new model," I say to myself as I start looking for the numbers of other models who might be available on such short notice.

Standing in front of the mirror, I look at myself from the front then I turn to the side then I check myself.

"Nah, I am too perfect." I smile and blow a kiss to myself which makes Adam laughs.

"What are you doing?" He asks putting his laptop away.

"A model said that I am fat and I should diet." I shrug then sit on the edge of the bed.

"What?!" Adam sounds furious.

"Relax, Adam." I place my hand on his arm and smile, "I don't let such talks get to me."

"Yes, you should never pay any heed to such nonsense." He nods his head still looking mad, "You are perfect the way you are."

"I know, darling." Leaning forward I kiss his cheek, "She was just jealous that I was eating a deliciously juicy burger and she had to stick on her diet to stay stick thin." I laugh.

"Delicious reminds me of the donuts which you have stolen from me." He grabs my arm and pulls me towards him stopping me from moving away. "So do you have anything to say before I decide your punishment?" He, playfully, arches an eyebrow at me.

"I think I would like to show you how sorry I am." Holding his collar, I smirk while bringing our faces near.

"I think I already like the way you are planning to ask for forgiveness." He runs his nose along my jaw then lifting my face he brushes his lips against mine capturing my lips in a passionate kiss.

Maybe I will often make mistakes because even I love this way of saying sorry.

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