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Make me beautiful, a perfect face, perfect smile, a perfect soul and a perfect fake.

The feeling when you take your first step out onto that runway is incomparable. There's is nothing I love more then walking down that runway with flashes going off in your face. You know that every eye is on you, watching, judging. A million eyes scanning your body trying to find any imperfection. Then when you walk off that runway and you catch a glance at those millions of scanning eyes, nod, in satisfaction, that feeling I cannot put into words.

I woke up on Monday morning, my head pounding with a hangover from the night before. I glanced over at the alarm clock, it was 8:00.

"shit" I said quietly to myself knowing that I had to get up. I peeled the sheets away from my body and got out of bed. The cold air hot my bare legs giving me goose bumps as I made my way to the bathroom, grabbing a towel on the way. When I got into the bathroom I slipped my hand into the shower and turned the nob until I felt the hot water hit my skin. I took off my black, satin, slip and placed it carefully in the hamper. I then walked into the shower. The warm water hitting my bare skin felt fantastic. When I finished in the shower the I turned the nob down so that the shower was turned off. I stepped out of the shower into the cold bathroom air. I reached for my towel and then wrapped it around my dripping wet body. I walked out back into my bedroom and peeled open my closet door. After deciding on a black skirt, white top, denim jacket and a pair of Isabella Fiore black pumps, I walked out into the living room to see Roana, our live in maid and nanny, hovering over the stove making an omelet. I knew that it was for Denny, my son.

"Buenos días!" I said to Roana, who's first language was Spanish. She turned around and smiled. I had always loved her smile.

"Buenos días Ms.Camden" she said.

"¿Pues Denny?" I asked her. Which meant is that for Denny?

"Ci" she said nodding.

" Mommy!" I heard from behind me. I turned around to see Denny running towards me with open arms.

"Hey honey," I said as I bent down and lifted him up, trying to keep my balance in high heels.

"Ready for breakfast?" Roana asked him as she started to peel the omelet out of the pan.

"Yeah!" Denny said smiling. I set him down and he immediately ran over to the kitchen table and sat down at his normal spot, waiting for Roana to serve him.

"Alright well, I better get going, I have a photo shoot at twelve," I said realizing it was almost eleven.

"What time you be back Ms.Camden?" Roana asked.

"I'm not sure but I'll call you when I find out," I said as I walked over to Denny and gave him a kiss on the top of the head.

"I'll see you later honey, love you" I said as I reached for my black coach bag that was sitting by the door.

"Love you too mommy," Denny said after swallowing a piece of omelet.

"¡adiós Ms.Camden!" Roana said.

"¡adiós!" I said back to her. And with that I walked out the door. I walked out of the hall into the elevator which I took down to the main floor.

"Good morning Ms.Camden," Isabelle, the receptionist said to me.

"Good morning" I said back to her and then made my way through the glass doors to my red BMW. I opened the door and got in. Driving always gave me time to think. Denny was my life. But, he never knew his father. Martin had come to visit me for my graduation from high school. At this time he was the proud dad of a two year old. It was the night after graduation and he was leaving in the morning. He had come up to my room to say goodbye to me sense I probably wouldn't see him in the morning and as I hugged him, I just lost it. I started crying and I felt like my life was falling apart. He tried to tell me it was going to be okay but I wouldn't listen, I started screaming at him calling him an ass hole for sleeping with Sandy, saying that he was going to burn in hell. He was just kinda standing there staring at me. Once I finished screaming at him I stood there staring at him and I said, "well aren't you going to say something?"

"Why are you doing this to yourself?" he asked me.

"Oh my God!" I screamed. "Are you fucking kidding me?" and then I went of on another rant about how he was going to hell and all and then for the first time that whole fight I looked up in his eyes and I can't explain what happened next. All I can say is the next thing I know Martin and I were embraced in a passionate, love filled, kiss. One thing lead to the other and soon enough we were making love to each other. I woke up the next morning and Martin was gone. A few weeks later I realized that I was late and sure enough, I was pregnant, with Martin's baby. I told my parents that it was Tom, my boyfriend at the times child. I didn't tell Tom anything knowing that we had never had sex. A few months after I had Denny I moved off to New York and started training for my modeling career. Now, the once young sweet innocent girl was one of the biggest models in New York.

When I arrived at the studio where the photo shoot was taking place, I realized that I was already late. I quickly rushed into the building where I saw my best friend and fellow model, Kristen.

"Oh, thank God you're here" She said handing me my coffee from Starbucks. "Lenny is freaking out," Lenny was my right hand basically, he planned all my shoots, all my outfits, I guess you could say he was my manager and my agent all rolled into one.

" I know, I know" I said taking my coffee and pushing open the door into the studio room. Lenny was filing through the outfits they had laid out for me.

"Oh thank God, I thought you had died or something!" Lenny said as he walked over to me.

"Well, I already have some outfits laid out for you but if you ask me" he said starting to lower his voice, "all the outfits here are as ugly as a dog's ass, but you know, that's just me" I nodded and glanced down at the few outfits that Lenny had chosen for me.

"I guess I'll go try these on," I said as I handed him my coffee and walked back into the dressing room.

"That photo shoot was painful" I said as Lenny, Kristen, and I walked out of the studio. The shoot had gone until eight o'clock.

"Tell me about it, they practically had you doing goddamn splits in one of the shots," Kristen chimed in.

"Lenny, please never book me here again," I begged.

"Duly noted," he said nodding.

"So is anyone else in need of some martinis?" Kristen said.

"Hell yeah," I said.

"Lenny?" Kristen asked.

"I'm in" he said.

"There's a bar across the street, do you want to go there?" I asked them. They both nodded. After walking out of the studio from hell, we walked into the restaurant and sat down at the bar and then ordered our drinks.

"So Lenny, what on our scheduale for tomorrow?" I asked him.

"You have a manicure at ten o'clock and then a fitting at two o'clock"

"Just what I need, another fitting," I sighed as I took a sip of my drink.

"Oh, I better call Roana and tell her that I'm gonna be late," I said as I pulled my cell phone out of my purse.

"Be right back" I said sliding out of the bar stool and walking around until I found a spot where I got a signal. The phone rang a few times before Roana picked up.

" 'ello?" she answered.

"hola Roana," I said.

"oh, hola Ms.Camden," she said

"¿cómo es Denny?" I asked, which meant how is Denny.

"Muy bien!" she said. As we went on talking someone I thought I recognized. He was with a blond haired tall woman, long legs, basically the perfect model figure. She was wearing a short black dress with gucci pumps. Whoever it was they sure had money. The two of them had sat down at a table and were ordering. Then the waiter that was blocking his face moved, revealing his face. Then I knew who it was. Martin.

First off let me say I did the best I could in the Spanish parts so if I messed up a bit I'm sorry and this is kinda a start to the story I know it kinda sucked, but tell me what you think, and please be nice! Thanks for reading! I'll try to update soon!