London, St. Andrews Church, 1:04 P.M:
"Lily!"
Lilith looked up to see the director of
Melani, the upcoming fashion show of the century, walking towards her.
She put on her model smile and smiled brightly at him. "Benedict. How nice it is to see you."
Benedict was gay. A very happy, gay man. He chuckled lightly at Lilith and slapped her shoulder. Lilith glanced at it.
There better not be a mark after this, she thought consciously to herself.
Marks were not good. Marks meant little notice, little pay, little attention.
Marks were dangerous.
"It's nice to know that you'll be modelling my most percious set," he boasted brightly. "You do have a twenty eight inch waist, right?"
Lilith's smile vanished. She shook her head. "thirty one," She said desperately. "Is that not enough?"
Benedict frowned. "You'll just have to shrink just a wee more babe."
Lilith stared at herself.
"Can you do that?"
She nodded.
"Of course. How hard can it be?"
A/N: Okay, okay, okay I just realized that writing short stories are harder than I thought. I mean, you have to make it short! How am I suppose to bunch everything up into a few sentences?? Ugh, I hate this chapter. I'll keep trying. I hope you like it so far! Thanks♥
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Short Story❝No one told her that she was the type of beautiful, that changed the w o r l d.❞ From number one, to nothing. #freeyourbody
