Chapter 93

(Emily's POV)

Warm, humid air breezed into the studio from the open terrace doors, rustling the sheer curtains. Below the veranda lay a white sandy beach, crystal-blue water, and palm trees swaying in the wind.

Steve's cousin chooses me to be her model for a campaign for a vegan product. I never agreed to this but she begs for me to do it, well, of course, the pay is low if she is acquainted with her worker. Well, I have a background in modeling from way back in high school, so this is not new to me.

Though even here, my thoughts wandered across the Atlantic Ocean. I wondered what Aosta Valley, Italy looked like in the summer. My imagination pictured the country covered in eternal ice and snow. Still, Italy called to me while paradise's breeze caressed my hair.

"Chop, chop!" Flora, Steve's cousin clapped her hands in the air, her tribal-patterned poncho rising to show the leotard beneath. "Carlos is going to be here in ten minutes, and you know how much he hates to be kept waiting."

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