Hazel's POV
The car glided through the evening traffic. Sebastian sat across from me, his face half-hidden in shadow. Cora had resumed her fake sleeping act after our previous conversation about my modeling past. I knew she was listening to every word.
"So they told you that you were better suited for lingerie modeling?" Sebastian asked, keeping his voice neutral.
I nodded, surprised he was continuing this topic. "The agent was actually trying to be helpful. She said my figure would be 'wasted' in high fashion."
The memory still stung a little. At twenty, I'd been crushed to learn my body was considered wrong for the career I'd briefly considered.
"I don't understand," Sebastian said, his brow furrowed. "Isn't beauty the point of fashion modeling?"
I couldn't help but smile at his confusion. For someone so brilliant in business, he was charmingly naive about certain industries.
