E L I S H A
The morning in Paris felt new. I was still sad about France, but also excited for my new job. My boss, Mr. Dela Cruz, told me a famous model and actor wanted to work with me.
This was a big chance. I told myself, "I will focus on me now."
The car stopped at a fancy building. It looked nice. I got out. This was it. No more crying. No more thinking about France.
Inside, many people were busy. Lights, cameras, clothes – everything was moving fast. Mr. Dela Cruz came to me, very happy.
"Eli! You are here! Come, we have much to do!" he said, pulling my arm to a chair with makeup. He talked a lot, but I did not listen well. My heart still hurt.
"He tried to call you many times already!" Mr. Dela Cruz said loudly. "He really wants to work with you. You are beautiful, he is handsome. It will be great!"
I gave a small smile. "Who... who are we talking about?" I asked. I did not hear the name before.
Mr. Dela Cruz looked surprised. "Eli! Did you not hear me? The famous... Alistair Vance!" He said the name like it was very important.
My eyes got big. Alistair Vance. The Alistair Vance. He was a very big name. He was on big pictures, in fashion shows, and in movies. Working with him was a dream for models.
My heart felt a bit better. This was not just a job. It was a sign. A sign that I was moving forward. That I did not need France.
While the makeup artist made my face look good, Mr. Dela Cruz talked about the work. A perfume ad, fashion photos, maybe even a small movie.
"He is in the other room," Mr. Dela Cruz said, not knowing how I felt inside. "He is almost done with his work. You will meet him soon. Just a little more makeup, then we go!"
My heart started to beat faster, but in a good way. Not sad, but excited for new things.
After a long time, my face was ready. I stood up. I looked in the mirror. I saw a strong person, not the sad girl from yesterday.
"Okay, Eli. This way," Mr. Dela Cruz said, already walking. I followed him. My shoes made a sound on the floor. Each step was a step away from my past.
We walked down a long hall. I heard music and voices getting louder. Mr. Dela Cruz opened two big doors. Inside, everyone was busy and creative.
Then I saw him.
Alistair Vance.
He stood in the middle of the room. He was tall and wore a dark suit. His black hair was a little messy. His eyes were very blue and strong. He smiled at someone.
He was very good-looking.
He turned his head a little. He saw me. For a moment, our eyes met. I saw something in his blue eyes – did he know me? Was he curious? Then he gave a small smile.
Mr. Dela Cruz smiled big. "Eli, meet Alistair Vance!" he said.
Alistair walked to us. His movements were smooth. His smile got bigger. His eyes seemed to shine.
"Elisha," he said, his voice deep and nice, "it's good to finally meet you."
I took his hand. His hand felt warm and strong. "Alistair," I said. My voice was steady.
As he looked at me, I felt calm. For the first time in a long time, I did not think about France. Here, in Paris, with a new chance, I could breathe. I could be myself. And maybe, I could start to feel better.