I suddenly sat up, as if everything had happened just yesterday.
“Emily Sanders, why are you still standing there? Hurry up and change, the runway training is about to start!”
The Runway Director’s urgent voice pulled me back to reality.
I was in the fitting room, getting ready for our daily rehearsal.
My roommate Vanessa Miller came in, excited, walking straight toward me.
In my previous life, it was at this exact moment that she said my outfit didn’t flatter me and quickly “adjusted” it. When I walked onto the stage wearing it, within a few steps, my underwear was showing.
Already on stage, I had to endure the humiliation. The men below whistled and shouted crude remarks. That incident haunted me, making me nervous every time I stepped on the runway.
But this time, before she could approach me, I shoved her hard.
“Ah! Emily, are you insane?”
Vanessa fell to the ground, her face twisting in pain.
In her moment of fury, I grabbed her hair with one hand and slapped her hard with the other.
“Ahhh!”
She struggled desperately, clawing at my arm, but I didn’t let go. Within minutes, her face was swollen like a pig’s head.
I sneered. “That’s all you’ve got? And you think you can mess with me?”