Myra?

Chapter 88.

A week passed and I was beginning to wonder how I'd been fooled to believe that being a model was all roses. As I stood in front of the mirror for the umpteenth time that day wanting more than anything to yank off the heels which were practically killing me, all I wanted to do was go home.

It started with the diets and routines, at first it wasn't a problem to me because I'd always been one to keep in shape and watch what I ate, but as days passed the meals became bleaker and the workout routines made me want to rip my spine out.

Then there was my trainer. Oh God, that woman!

She was a perfectionist to the core and didn't believe in the concept of taking a break, if she could have her way she would've kept me in the office all week till I'd finally learned how to walk the way she wanted. I honestly didn't understand why she was so unsatisfied, each time I did my strut in front of the mirror I thought I looked wonderful but Maria thought much differently.

Her hands clappe