Taming A Billionaire

The third point of view:

Anabelle was more than excited, tonight Julie was coming to watch her on the runway and she was excited yet nervous. Although he always watched her in the television, this was the first Julie was coming to the show. 

Ahh!! She couldn't wait! She would impress Julie and leave him with his mouth opened in wonder. He would know how great his girlfriend was. Does he even know the number of admirers his great girlfriend has? She giggled sheepishly at the thought of being loved by eveyone.

"What's wrong with you today?" Her stylist asked concerned, she caught her smiling more than once through the mirror.

"Nothing," Anabelle immediately pursed her lips to keep herself from smiling once again. It would be stupid. She needed to get her head back in the game, she can't make any mistake today.

Very soon she was done with her makeup and she came out to join the other models as the show was beginning. Some of the model's smiled at Anabelle as she was a top model and would be the one ending the show. Some other merely acknowledged her presence with a nod while the others remained indifferent to her precence.

Anabelle was not bothered by their attitude, as with every other work, this industry was no different with competitiveness. Eveyone worked hard to secure their spot at the top and most of her fellow models were not happy they got their own so easily while they still strived for it.

"Alright girls, in one, two, three!" that was all the cue they need from the backstage manager as they stepped out one another the other in between intervals in a file.

It was a summer collection street styled collection and Anabelle was wearing a sleeveless semi-sheer white blouse paired with cuffed black shorts and lace-up combat boots. She had a designer bag by her side that cost fortune and her hair was sleeked back with gel till it was almost as if her hair was plastered to her skull. She had black shimmery lipstick on her lips and looked like your typical bad girl. 

Anabelle loved modeling, the clothes gave her a sense of beauty and she felt liked she lived in different lifestyles and timeless with the clothes she wears. 

Half of the other models were almost dressed like her, just that there was a few alterations to their clothe as to exhibit the theme of the show. Some had short skirts instead of shorts while the others had leather shorts or biker boots. 

Soon they were out on the platform and Anabelle walked gracefully, smoothly, and was light on her feet as she placed one foot in front of the other without bouncing or losing her balance. 

Her shoulder was relaxed and slightly backward and she walked confidently on the ramp. She looked powerful, commanding and in control. 

The platform was really long and had visual wall interplay featuring the theme and the music greatly accentuate the clothes' tone. The positioning was great that the audience got to see from every angle, every single one of them. 

When Anabelle stroked a pose, she took that opportunity to scan the crowd, checking to see if Julie was there with the limited time she had. But she couldn't find him and had to return to the backstage with a smooth, consistent, and natural pace to change in to her next outfit. 

Disappointment flooded Anabelle but she couldn't let that get in the way of her work. She had to get her head in the game. Moreover, Julie could be out there hidden amongst the audience, she must have missed him, She told herself.

The second walk began and this time Anabelle was more vigilant and meticulously scanned the crowd without showing an ounce of distraction being the professional she was.

She confirmed it, Julie was not there and for some reason, it depressed her - not that she showed it. This was not the first time Julie had missed her show, but today's own really hurt her. He had promised her he'd be here yet he failed it. He shouldn't have promised her at all. She shouldn't have hoped at all. 

Even though she wore the final piece and pulled off the final solo walk flawlessly, the claps and appraisal did nothing to lift her spirit. Anabelle was beautiful on the stage, but right now, she didn't feel like it. 

So when her fellow models called for the need to celebrate and party, Anabelle didn't hestatate to join in. She needed to drink and forget all that happened. She needed to forget that her twelve years old relationship was on the verge of collapsing. 

They booked a private club and as expected of a club, the party was already in full swing before she arrived. 

"And now, let's welcome the star of the night, Anabelle Spencer!" one of her slightly drunk crew members announced as soon as she stepped in. 

Anabelle groaned inwardly, she didn't exactly hate the spotlight but not on a might when most of her fellow models would be drunk. You see alcohol has a way of lowering one's inhibition and Anabelle was sure a lot of their envious side would be revealed tonight. She was hoping that she would sneak in, have a few drinks and sneak out. Well, who's she's kidding? Eveyone knew her face and the rest of the people who didn't hate were good at bootlicking. 

"Come over here, Anabelle, we've reserved a special table!" the girl grabbed her hand and began to lead her before she had the chance to protest. 

Anabelle knew the girl, she was one of the friendly models around and both of them weren't exactly friends - even though she had her contact. You see, Anabelle had a lot of friends but all of them - not even one - turned out to be back stabbers who only befriended her because of what they could benefit from her.