Freya's POV
That rejection still stung when I thought about it. The casting directors had been diplomatic, suggesting I might find better opportunities in lingerie modeling instead. They encouraged me to think it over seriously.
Think it over my ass. Sure, I enjoyed earning money, but I wasn't desperate enough to use my body as a stepping stone to success.
Besides, every modeling gig came with wandering hands and sleazy comments from photographers and assistants. When Jasper Tristan discovered what I was dealing with, he put his foot down and forbade me from taking any more jobs.
Looking back now, those days seemed like a different lifetime. Despite the constant hustle and exhaustion, I had been bursting with energy and ambition.
These days, even running my own business left me feeling like roadkill by evening.
Nights like this one, surrounded by friends, good food, and wine, had become rare treasures in my increasingly hectic life.
