Chapter Thirty seven: She is my wife

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Irene, Charlotte’s personal assistant asked as she entered the changing room where Charlotte and the other models were getting ready.

“I'm being pushed to my breaking point. This is one of the biggest fashion shows in the world. I can't afford to mess it up and I'm nervous like crazy. How do you think I’m feeling Irene? ” Charlotte asked.

The make-up artist was working on her at the same time the fashion designers were working on her outfit.

This was one of the many reasons she hated fashion shows.

They required a huge amount of work not to mention the strict diet she was always required to follow just to fit in her clothes and the heavy make-up she would have to wear. She hadn’t eaten anything all day just so she could look her best.

She wouldn't bother attending fashion shows if she could help it but it was a part of her job and she couldn't ignore it as it would affect her career.

Irene put her hand on Charlotte’s shoulder. “You’ll do great. You’re C