"Perfect!" Azy, my manager, shouted enthusiastically when the shoot has ended. I walked towards the dressing room and tiredly sat in front of a vanity mirror, my three PA’s immediately approached me to put some retouch ¾powder here, lipstick there, a typical scene for me as a model. "Oh my gosh! You're really a definition of perfection, Jazzie," Azy said while standing behind me. I winced and simply shook my head. I wish if you only know. "Gorgeous, sexy, rich and other traits that are truly admired by most of the men," he continued while still pointing at my whole being. I rolled my eyes at him on the mirror and let out a deep breath. "Stop it, Azy. You knew how much I hate it," I uttered, talking about the compliments he gave. He rolled his eyes at me and flipped his imaginary long hair. "My God! Jazzie. I don't know if you're just bei
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