Chapter 9

Aria’s POV

Immediately we got to the venue, Maira began running around, getting the makeup artists and dressers to assemble. She was armed and prepped like someone who had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

To her, today was the day of my big photoshoot at Fox magazine—and from the flashbacks I recall last night, it seemed that in this lifetime, it was the place I had dreamed of working ever since I got interested in fashion. The bright lights in the studio and the sound of heels clicking on the floor felt like music, making me feel both excited and nervous at the same time.

When they arrived, the attendants did not waste any time. I finish up and I rush to find Maira who was always full of energy.

“Hi, Aria!” she call out, her face lighting up when she saw me. “You look great today with your makeupppp! Emily would kill to be here but too bad, I get to see all the goodies.”

“Thank you! I can’t wait to see the dresses,” I reply, my heart racing with anticipation. The l