Chapter 2

Jane MacPherson’s point of view:

If only mother could shut up, I think to myself. “and then I need Jane to have little bits of flowers on her face” mom tells my stylist. Preparing for a photoshoot as a MacPherson’s model is exhausting, coming closer to my dreams everyday is what keeps me going, I am really into photography, and I need to be away from my mom as much as possible.

“yes, darling do you have any other thing to add to what I’m saying?” asks mom.

“none mom, I have nothing more to add” my mom stares at me her eyes looking me up and down.

“you need to stop taking that yoghurt of yours, it’s making you fat”

she says as she picks up her very expensive customized mirror, and begins straightening her hair.

“we wouldn’t want our model to look fat on any billboard, I don’t want an ounce of fat on you. Its bad enough that you have really wide hips.”

The stylist even raises a brow at mom and then gives me a look of sympathy, I return the look with a look of, “I’m used to it”.

“who the hell is that?” asks my mom, as she takes in the scene in front of her.

“a black boy, ma’am, its not the first time we’ve seen him around here”

Looking out the window I expect to see an actual dark boy, but what I see is a guy covered in piles of dirt, even his skin looks ragged, and don’t get me started on the way his clothes are looking.

“they should escort him out already, and stop creating a scene” mother says, her perfectly shaped brows going up in the process. That one’s thing about mom, you, could tell what she feels by the way her brows move, her brows really move a lot.

“Jonah” mom, calls as she presses the button to alert the driver. Pulling down the small demarcation between us and him “yes ma’am” he calls.

“I need you to take us out the back, in front of the building, we could already see the paparazzi, everywhere the noise the calls the fans, with their phones already set.

Jonah looks everywhere, I believe trying to scout the area, my stylist was already on the phone, ordering for more bodyguards.

“we need to be on our best behaviors ma’am because there’s no way I can maneuver through this crowd” yeah Jonah is lucky, he’s always been in the family, if not, mom wouldn’t let him be.

“you heard Jonah jane, be in your best behavior” I nod at her making sure to drop my phone in the process.

I take in deep breaths forcing myself to appear calm, which I definitely I’m not, I’m not calm right now.

I look down at my red satin dress, so much for being a prim and proper lady.

Immediately Jonah pulls up at the front of the building I take a pause, and wait for the security to come open the door.

Immediately the huge security guy clears a part toward our car door, he opens it, I put one step out and my right hand on his, he pulls me out gently letting the hot air remind me of how human I am.

 The flash from people’s phones and their camera’s catch me off guard. But one thing we are taught as models, is to always strike the perfect pose, don’t let even your unknown times look unknown, let them all look as natural as possible. With that in mind I make sure to raise my head and place my eyes at all the right angle.

My mom is escorted out of the car next, as the attention seeker that she is she walks stops a little and says somethings, I know that because I hear her literally speaking behind my ears.

The noise at the other side of the building catches my attention, and apparently every other person’s attention, because even the photographers take their blinding lights away from my vision and faces it at the other end of the building.

“you should really not push me like that” yells the scrawny looking guy.

The security in response puts their hands over their nose, I’m guessing to block the stench from getting so into their nostrils they can’t breathe.

The security men sensing the attention they were getting begins taking bold steps forward, one even leans forward to whisper something to the black boy’s ears.

The black boy, decides to take a look at everyone, and then with calculated steps he scurried off, leaving a paper bag behind.