Chapter Seventeen

Kelvin was right. They were other ‘brighter’ places in the company.

Amelia watched as model, very perfect looking ladies and men who defiled the ‘nobody is perfect’ saying, walked down the aisle and multiple pictures were taken by photographers who circled around the stage like bees, flashes of light emitting from the camera every second and the 'click' sounds.

Amelia had always wanted to become a fashion designer, a great one and all this beautiful art works the models were in was what took all her interest. There was a tall bald man walking with a model who looked close to busting out in tears.

“Oh my God” the bald man complained, “What do we do now, this is the latest piece that the whole world have been waiting for- celebrities, Mr. Felicio Mangano is here and the dress is in ruins. This would be a big flop, I might as well end my life today” the bald man said dramatically, placing a hand on his forehead in exhaustion. The brunette hair model pouted.

“Now I’m never going to be