THE WHY

ALANNA

Sitting before the Vogue lady has to be everything I ever wanted happening in a day, it has to be the most alive I have ever been in a long time.

It felt like sitting before an angel, only that I was the one with the wings floating in the clouds.

She poured me a cup of coffee and sat beside me in one of the twirling visitor's chairs and gave me the most cheerful smile I have gotten in a long while.

“Please pay no heed to Lucas's attitude, he can be a pain in the ass sometimes, in fact, most times,” she apologized, and I chuckled at her sense of humor.

“It is nothing, I am sure he is just being protective, that is all,” I responded trying to sound polite even though I also thought he was a jerk and a literal pain in the ass too.

“Protective huh?” she gazes at me, “Or possessive, I feel like being in an industry dominated by men, they tend to look down on women a lot and we have to work twice as hard to prove ourselves even though we shouldn't,” she spoke in an all familiar ton