To Silje’s surprise, Christian caressed her hair gently.“You are like a warrior, Silje. I can feel your strength and determination. I think a short hair style would suit you better. Your white neck and delicate face will benefit from it.”“Pardon?”Silje flinched in surprise but Christian seemed oblivious. He started to walk away as he added, “There are too many models with long hair, don’t you think so? Silje, your current look overlaps with Liu Wen’s.”He meant that she didn’t stand out.Liu Wen.One of the top Asian models from China.Christian was encouraging her to improve herself.To differentiate herself from the rest of them.As the elevator door closed, Silje watched Christian walk away.It wasn’t that she wanted to cut her hair.But she did, and the main reason was because of a piece of advice from the famous photographer Joel Hurs

Boom, boom.Loud music filled the stage and the models all came out at once. They started to dance as they walked one by one to the center and to the audience’s surprise, each model had a small vinyl record attached to her forehead.The models danced teasingly under the 80’s disco ball. They laughed and danced in colorful knitted t-shirts while walking confidently at the same time.[That’s all they really want…Some fun!]Silje danced as well excitedly as she walked. Her short black hair was curled, and bright eyeshadows adorned her eyes. She was also wearing very shiny lip gloss which made her look girly.The models looked at each other and laughed. They were having a lot of fun and the performance looked more like a party than a serious fashion show.Afterward, the audience applauded.“Wow!”“Bravo!”As the only Asian model in the show, Silje was cheered on as wel

Unfortunately, Olga didn’t seem to like Nolita and Soho, the two areas Silje enjoyed the most for their vintage and free atmospheres.“Do you come here often, Silje?”“Yes. It’s close to home, so I come here sometimes to shop. For groceries, there is a big store near the apartment that I go to.”Olga still seemed unhappy as she listened. When she didn’t say anything, Silje became disappointed.She obviously made the wrong decision.The Italian restaurant Silje chose was a popular place, but Olga was a very picky eater. Silje’s adoptive mother was an excellent cook, so it was very hard to satisfy her.Olga may not have liked the place, but she must’ve appreciated Silje’s effort. Olga ate her tiramisu and asked, “Did you make a reservation in this restaurant for me?”“Yes. If we had more time, I could’ve taken you to a place in the Upper East Side&hellip

Broadway and 99th street.It was the area often crowded with people leaving Times Square. It was a familiar place for Silje, but she realized that something was different.The place Christian took her was within New York, but Silje had never been here before. It seemed like a secret hidden place.Silje and Christian left the café and got into his limousine. Christian ordered casually, “Let’s go to Hemingway in lower Manhattan. I am taking this lady with me.”After fifteen minutes, they were there.‘It’s like Santa Claus’ reindeer sled,’ Silje thought as she watched the white limousine leave smoothly. Christian smiled at her.“Now, let’s go inside. Like I said, the night is just starting.”As he promised, Hemingway Bar was marvelous.Burgundy velvet curtains and black mahogany flooring greeted her. A 19th century grand piano and Spanish interior indeed made the p

When Silje arrived in Milan, it was snowing hard. This was her second time participating in the Milan fashion week.She had been more involved in the New York fashion shows during her career, and as a model, walking on the runway in Milan was a special thing. The three biggest fashion stages in the world were New York, Paris, and Milan.When she first started out, it seemed like there was no light at the end of the tunnel. She never imagined she would come this far. Silje started from the bottom of New York, and finally, she was making it. Silje felt like she was the heroine of a tragic story who climbed one bloody step at a time to get to the top.And now, she was finally here.Looking at the beautiful but harsh snow, Silje felt like she was the Snow Queen. Her life had been like one giant winter storm, but a new phase was beginning and she was going to bloom as the model.Silje couldn’t stop looking at the white dust. She was only focused o