Chapter 77: Chapter 77

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Days are passing in a blur and in just a blink of an eye, I have come to know that one week has already passed.

I am in my bed, wondering about that time when I was afraid to even look straight into the camera and look at me now?

those photographers of mine did wonders in the modelling world. the product I was endorsing has reached new heights and now I can proudly declare that my pictures are giving competition to Sophia's.

my head is light as a feather as I am flying high in the sky but I am anxious to fall hard on the ground, especially when I have a mother who is sleeping peacefully next to me.

I read the text by Mr Stewart, it was written in bold letters that he is organising an event for the success of his newly launched product. and I have to be there on time because I m going to be the centre attraction.

in the meantime, I have realised that Mr Jensen has marked his presence in the eye of the public, he has returned from a long break of his holidays, he declared in the press that he went to explore the world, and to learn new things for his business.

however, I know it is not true, he is hiding about where he had been, he is hiding about everything, and I think I should remain away from him.

I looked outside of the window and saw the dark clouds forming in the sky maybe it's going to rain and maybe it's not, it doesn't matter anymore, the weather is as same as it was before, it has not changed.

I came out of my bubble of thoughts when the doorbell rang, alarming me that someone has arrived to pay a visit. I took a step closer while clutching my long skirt in my palm.

I found a delivery man standing next to my door with a package and a bouquet in his hands.

did Mr Jensen send it for me? but how could he? it was out of his league, he was doing these gestures for me before because we agreed. and now we have nothing between us. the circular in the media is regulating that he is single, he is not dating anyone, and the engagement he had with Ashley Brooke didn't work out to his measures then why my heart is still waiting for him to appear out of nowhere when I was the one to direct him to stay away from me.

I have never thought that a heart can be too complex to comprehend even simpler things. I accepted the package and the bouquet and closed the door to control my beating heart.

This is your gift Ashley, wear it tonight,

~Mr Stewart

I inhaled the dreamy fragrance of the roses and placed them on the top of the wooden table then slowly with caution I opened the package with my trembling fingers.

It was a black ruched pencil dress, reaching up to the thighs, having a spaghetti strap without sleeves.

Long in short it was too sexy to handle.

So maybe this is going to be my day, I am enough confident now to wear everything I want and walk on the streets of New York City as an accomplished model.

Therefore, I decided to take a bath so that I can clean my body, I grabbed my clothes and went to take a quick shower. When the cold droplets of water touched my body, it made me feel relaxed a little, my mind was wandering off all the events I have attended in the past and how they resulted in a disaster for me, but I am pretty sure this time nothing would occur as Blake Jensen is not with me.

I closed my eyes and thought about that time when the first time he placed his lips over me was in a prudent attempt at kissing me and demanding the same fire from my side.

But I know It was all planned, he must have kissed thousands of women in his life without thinking about them, he must have had several nights with them and here I am thinking about him having something for me in his heart despite knowing that he is a heartless billionaire.

I wrapped myself in the bathrobe when my hair was wet, the water was still running on my body, and my body was as radiant as air. I came outside and took out a hairdryer which I recently purchased with the money I have received in a long time.

Dried my hair and glanced at my figure in the mirror, I was still the same Ashley Brooke, who had deep dark eyes, long hair, and a curvy figure.

I adjusted myself into that dress when it was a little tight on me. And glanced at my image again on the screen. I was looking beautiful. It was perfectly hugging my figure, my curves, giving me an elegant look.

I applied mascara to my long eyelashes and a tint of blush on my cheeks.

I think red lipstick will look perfect with this dress so I applied dark red lipstick on my full lips.

And completed the look with accessories.

When I realised it was almost 8'o clock in the night, I hurried my speed and wore the sandals which I bought from a store yesterday,  I glanced at the mirror again just to get assurance if I am looking acceptable or not ahead of everyone and the world of media, I realised maybe I am looking perfect in fact beyond than perfect.

The car was waiting for, Mr Steward had made sure to send. Car to pick me up. My mother was awake at that time, she has seen drastic progress in her recovery after I managed to pay for her hospital bills.

So I can finally enjoy a night. She smiled when her old eyes landed on me, her trembling fingers did hold my hand for a second to assure me that she is here and she is not going anywhere, I kissed her forehead and bid her goodbye.

I asked her to accompany me but she refused to do so, she stated that she is not comfortable in public so I didn't force her either.

I was anxious and frightened as hell to attend this event, everyone will going to be there, every famous single person and a celebrity and I am going to be in the spotlight.

What if I did everything wrong? What if I fell direct on my face?what if I couldn't talk properly, what if I never rise again?

There were several thoughts in my mind having no answers but when I saw my pictures on big hoardings, I forgot everything. I am breathing the same air which models breathe, now will not only going to stare at the tall buildings I am going to have my pictures on them.

I didn't realise I am going to reach soon, and when the car halted again my eyes went wide. There was too much crowd, the paparazzi, the supermodel's everyone was there and someone in a black coat was waiting for me.

When the car finally stopped, I found the door opened by a man, the man who made it all possible, the man looked into my eyes and asked for my hand.

"Ashley Brooke, you are a model now,"

And this time I didn't feel strange, Mr Stewart made it all possible for me.