Shanelle POVThe three of us, Beatrice, Kayleen, and I strode through the bustling airport terminal with an air of confidence. Our entourage, consisting of stylists, makeup artists, and personal assistants, followed closely behind, maneuvering through the throngs of travelers. As high-profile models, we were accustomed to the attention and the paparazzi that seemed to be perpetually lurking.I glanced at the massive LED screens displaying arrival and departure times as we made our way to the private jet terminal. A wave of excitement washed over me. LA was calling, and we were about to answer in style. There, waiting for us, stood a gleaming private jet, adorned with the logo of a prestigious airline.The jet's luxurious interior beckoned as the
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