Chapter 631 - Six Hundred And Thirty-one: He Shouldnt Have Promised Her (2/2)
The platform was really long and had visual wall interplay featuring the theme and the music greatly accentuate the clothes' tone. The positioning was great that the audience got to see from every angle, every single one of them.
When Anabelle stroked a pose, she took that opportunity to scan the crowd, checking to see if Julie was there with the limited time she had. But she couldn't find him and had to return to the backstage with a smooth, consistent, and natural pace to change in to her next outfit.
Disappointment flooded Anabelle but she couldn't let that get in the way of her work. She had to get her head in the game. Moreover, Julie could be out there hidden amongst the audience, she must have missed him, She told herself.
The second walk began and this time Anabelle was more vigilant and meticulously scanned the crowd without showing an ounce of distraction being the professional she was.
She confirmed it, Julie was not there and for some reason, it depressed her - not that she showed it. This was not the first time Julie had missed her show, but today's own really hurt her. He had promised her he'd be here yet he failed it. He shouldn't have promised her at all. She shouldn't have hoped at all.
Even though she wore the final piece and pulled off the final solo walk flawlessly, the claps and appraisal did nothing to lift her spirit. Anabelle was beautiful on the stage, but right now, she didn't feel like it.
So when her fellow models called for the need to celebrate and party, Anabelle didn't hestatate to join in. She needed to drink and forget all that happened. She needed to forget that her twelve years old relationship was on the verge of collapsing.
They booked a private club and as expected of a club, the party was already in full swing before she arrived.
”And now, let's welcome the star of the night, Anabelle Spencer!” one of her slightly drunk crew members announced as soon as she stepped in.
Anabelle groaned inwardly, she didn't exactly hate the spotlight but not on a might when most of her fellow models would be drunk. You see alcohol has a way of lowering one's inhibition and Anabelle was sure a lot of their envious side would be revealed tonight. She was hoping that she would sneak in, have a few drinks and sneak out. Well, who's she's kidding? Eveyone knew her face and the rest of the people who didn't hate were good at bootlicking.
”Come over here, Anabelle, we've reserved a special table!” the girl grabbed her hand and began to lead her before she had the chance to protest.
Anabelle knew the girl, she was one of the friendly models around and both of them weren't exactly friends - even though she had her contact. You see, Anabelle had a lot of friends but all of them - not even one - turned out to be back stabbers who only befriended her because of what they could benefit from her.