Dove
"But wouldn't that make me famous?" I twirled my thumbs nervously, "wouldn't that mean people would know me?"
He shrugged, "it comes with the job." He held the side of my face, "I'm not pressuring you to decide immediately but just think about it okay. I think you'd be perfect for the role."
I chewed on the corner of my bottom lip in deep thought. My goal was to be a designer. A highly regarded fashion designer for the elite of the elite. However I knew that came with fame but I was hoping I'd be those that everyone knows the name but not the face.
It felt safer that way. That I wouldn't be exposed to harm and brutal internet comments. Yes I knew I was pretty but to be on a billboard was a completely different thing. Everyone would see my face.
