𝐇𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝

I sigh sitting on the couch in my luxurious mansion. Rich but sad, famous but lonely. I look around the huge, empty living room with no additional things, no pictures, no personal touches or anything.

I never wanted to make this 'house' my 'home' cause it's not. This place is just a house, house and home are two different things. A home is a place where you feel loved, comfortable and shit like that, and here I feel not one of those things. It's just the whole 'You're famous and rich! You have to have a nice house or else it could affect your fan base', that's what my bitchy agent says.

I'd honestly love a small cozy apartment. This big house, with no one in it but me, makes me feel like a lonely bitch. And it really doesn't help that my best friend, who is also my only real friend is all the way across the world.

Ivy, my little bitch. My best fucking friend.

We met at university years ago, I mean before she got 'kidnapped' by Ares's mafia or whatever it was. But yeah, we're best friends. I understand her and she understands me, she also accepted me when I came out as bi, she was so happy for me and the girl even threw me a coming out part. Couldn't be my parents though...

I know there are probably hundreds, maybe even thousands of people wanting to be in my shoes, living my life. Wishing they could have all this, but wait till they figure out how lonely it is. When people only talk to you for clout, when 'love interests' and dates don't even show general interest in you but only in your modelling career. When people who you thought were your friends get caught by you talking shit about you, when girls stop supporting girls, when you get body shamed saying you're 'too skinny' or 'so much ass' or shit like that.

Just when everyone in your life sees your money, and forgets the person you are.

It's fucking tiring, knowing that when you see someone that they don't actually want to talk to you or make conversation. They just want the paparazzi to get a picture with you so the world thinks we're friends and then BOOM they'll have clout.

I mean I guess it is what happens when you become one of the top models in the world right?

I think I'm supposed to be happy? Like jesus, I just took one gig or whatever the fuck it's called cause I needed money for school after my parents 'disowned' me when they found out about my Ex girlfriend. So some agent dude found me on Instagram and he asked if I would model for his company. And my dumb ass said yes without thinking cause, modeling, duh.

And then when Ivy did research she found out it was actually some big ass company so after I walked the runway the guy said I had a 'natural catwalk' and he asked me for a contract. Which I signed. I never thought in a million years I'd be all the way at the top.

Though I'm not saying I hate it, cause I don't. I love modelling, it makes me happy and when I'm walking the runway it lets me feel so good and free. But when I get off that runway my reality hits me, and not the good part. It's my agent crowding me already getting me more shows, overwhelming me, saying I should just do it cause it's an opportunity anyone would take.

The fans of my Ex-Best friend saying I'm a bitch even though she hurt me, and other hate groups shaming me, saying what I do should not give me as much money, saying I don't deserve any of this. And the best of all, homophobic people. Believe it or not, they are everywhere. I have lost so many contracts when people find out I'm bi and have dated both males and females.

But after I push through all that it's my favourite part, the real fans waiting outside for a signature. And I make sure that I get my signature on every person's paper in that line before leaving. And the little girls that look up to me, the ones that smile at me so big it makes my heart melt. All the kind words from my fans, them saying they love me, that I deserve all this and stuff like that.

I love when I do something to inspire someone or make them feel good. I even love volunteering at this youth girls place where you get a name of a girl and they tag along with you the whole day, basically us teaching the girls and sometimes even guys that they are amazing and always will be no matter what. The sad part for me is that it's the only thing I look forward to all week, it's the only time I actually feel loved or like I have friends cause they are all always the nicest people.

But right now, for today what I'm grateful for is to be able to finally get away from all this. From my agents, the modelling team, the haters, the camera flashes, the mean words and go to my friend's wedding.

I am going to Italy where Ivy and Ares's damn wedding is being held. I can't believe my baby is getting married. I mean if that motherfucker cheated or hurt her in any way I would have stabbed his face over and over again.

No one hurts Ivy.

But one thing that scares me about going there is seeing him after all these years. I left, I left him without a word. I got an opportunity to finally prove to my parents I wasn't the mistake they said I was, I could become my own person.

He asked me out so many times, and the thing that kept me from looking at any other guys or girls all these years was that I was going to say yes to a date with Seb.

But then the school administrator moved up the date saying I had to be there in a day or else I would lose the opportunity, that it would be passed on to the other people waiting. And again, I was selfish. So I packed my bags, I tried telling I was leaving but how we complicated things the night of new years and slept with each other made him ignore me.

I never saw Seb again, and held myself from asking about him. I wonder if he moved on...If he has a girlfriend-even maybe a wife? Oh god...

"Ma'am we're ready to go" My bodyguard Paul says interrupting my thoughts and I smile at him with a small nod. He goes to grab my bag but I beat him to it. "Paul, I am capable of holding my own suitcase" I say pulling it behind me as I hear him chuckle. Paul is a nice old man, he has a kind wife too. I met her a few times.

"The airstrip" I say getting in the car and he nods. He opens the trunk and I put my bag into the bag with his help before we both get into the car, this should be interesting...